I take a quick bend to the right and then enter the corridor that leads to my office, which is blocked off from the rest of the building. It is the door that is directly to the right of the door that leads into my flat, which is the door that is the very last one on the right. In point of fact, the location where I work connected to my apartment via an inside door that leads straight into the kitchen, so making the travel from my residence to my place of business the quickest one that can possibly be taken.
On the wall in this area is a security pad that you may use. After angling my body so that Mia can't see, I key in my five-digit code, then I push the door open and step to the side to enable her to enter the room first.

I gave the interior designer free reign to decorate my apartment and office in whatever manner she saw fit so long as she did not use the colors pink or green. I also gave her permission to use any other colors she wanted. She did a wonderful job, and the industrial look she chose was one that I thought to be extremely attractive. The ceilings are constructed with exposed steel beams, and the ductwork for the air conditioning system is painted black to match the color of the beams. My plain desk is made of wood with an unpolished top and iron legs, much like the floors, which are made of light maple. In addition to two chairs covered in gray leather, there is also a rug in a light blue hue with a wavy pattern done in a cream color. Both of the chairs are located on the same floor. Because our firm is about as real as it gets, I have a series of built-in cabinets on one wall that are dedicated to storing my paperwork pertaining to The Wicked Horse. Due to the fact that this firm is about as legal as it gets, these documents are neither exceptionally fascinating nor covert in any way. Just in Naveda, am I understanding you correctly?

Since of this, the cabinets in my home do not have any locks, and I do not utilize the safe that is built into the wall because I find it unnecessary. The security pad that is positioned just outside the door is all that is necessary to keep anybody or anything from entering this chamber.
My other firm, The Noah Group, on the other hand, is an entirely other matter owing to the fact that I do contract work for the government, and by "government," I mean the CIA. This presents a unique set of challenges for me. My other offices, which are located in the business district on the other side of town, both have secure filing cabinets where this material is held, since it is classified as the highest level of top secret. On the other hand, considering that I will soon be departing that post at the ripe old age of 35, I think it is best for me to focus my energies on this brand-new venture. I will be 35 years old when I leave that position. Who would have predicted that Aiden Noah, who was one of the most in-demand private security contractors, would finish up abandoning that sector in order to launch his own sex club?

There is no way that my parents, may God continue to bless their souls, could have ever imagined something even even like to what has happened.
I tell Mia to "Take a seat" while pointing to one of the chairs that are available in the space we are in. The same thing happens to me, and I respond by rotating around in my chair. When I got a better look at the woman who had just spoiled what might have been a very wonderful evening, I rested my elbows on the tables and curled my fingers in front of my lips. I did this while I took a closer look at her. My expectations for the evening were at an all-time high going into it.

There is really no sign of Michael that I can discover in her at all. His eyes and hair were the same shade of dark brown throughout. The color of Mia's hair is lighter—so it's close to becoming golden that it's almost shocking. Her cheekbones stand out quite a bit, and her nose is rather delicate in comparison. The prominence of Michael's large nose drew attention to the roundness of his face. In contrast to Mia's perfectly arched brows, Michael's brows seemed to have a more horizontal shape to them. Mia's brows also had a more defined arch. Everything that went on with that guy is fairly recent in my memory at this point.
As I make this comment, I am leaning back in my chair and propping my hands on the armrests. I am saying to the person across from me, "You do not at all look like your brother."