It was easy to tell that he’d never been in a limo before. He shifted in his seat and constantly look out the windows to see a city I had grown bored of long ago. If his demeanor weren’t enough, his filthy clothes made it clear that he wasn’t a man that had any business sitting across from me. “Where are you taking me?” he asked. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?” I asked him. “You look like a homeless bum. I’m taking you to get cleaned-up.” He took a deep breath and exhaled but didn’t protest. I smirked at him as the limo slowly pulled up to one of the fanciest shops in the city. When we stepped out, Henry looked almost in awe at the store before him. “This isn’t me,” he said. “You really expect me to wear clothes from a place like this?” “It isn’t you but it will be soon. Not just any man spends his time with Lanea Zara. Didn’t you hear what I just said?
