Off Limits
Gift my life be like car crash
My stomach let out a sharp, empty growl, reminding me that I hadn't eaten a single thing since the chaos of the previous night.
I checked the digital interface on the bedroom wall. It was 4:45 PM. The gold-and-amber rays of the late afternoon sun were beginning to wane, casting long, dramatic shadows across the minimalist hallways. The penthouse was dead silent, the only sound the distant, faint hum of the fully restored climate control units.
"He’s probably back in his office," I murmured to myself, steeling my resolve.