“How’d she take it?” Andrew asked Hopper. “Like a champ, she’s definitely the real deal.” “I told you she wasn’t fake,” Marcus pleasantly chimed in. I was astounded by the inside of the mansion. The décor screamed haunted house. All the furniture was upholstered in the moody colors of the Victorian era. Every place I looked I could see intricate carvings peaking out at me. The walls were washed in deep rich hues. I couldn’t imagine five men living here; it looked more like the residence of a centuries old widow. I followed the men through the antique room. Andrew held open a door for me and I was instantly blinded by the light. I had left an ancient dreary room and stepped into a modern kitchen. I blinked at everyone in surprise and pointed at the other room with a dim expression on my face. All the men started to look at each other nervously and began to fidget. They were obviously trying to decide who was going to tell me the probably deal breaking news. They didn’t know I had nowhere to go and I was starting to think I might need to a slight edge over these guys.
