Located on Harbor Boulevard south of Katella, the gleaming glass skyscraper was the headquarters of the archangel whose territory encompassed all of North America. As she stepped out of the elevator car that had brought her up from the subterranean garage, Siobhán noted the gold-veined marble floors and the congestion of the lobby, which proved the health of Raguel Gadara’s many business interests. The hum of conversation and the industrious whirring of the glass tube elevators lent an energy to the sun-drenched space. Fifty floors above her, a massive skylight invited the warmth of the sun into the lush atrium and kept spirits high. Raguel had become a master at manipulating human emotion over time, a skill that ensured that his real estate, hospitality, and entertainment empire was always newsworthy. She went straight to the reception desk, offering a smile to the young man who greeted her enthusiastically. During the drive over, she’d decided it would be best not to see Trevor at all.
