"Oh, one more thing, Master."
"Yeah?"
"You are going to be extremely annoyed when you try to enter."
I frowned. "Why."
"Sable didn't tell her security team you were coming," ARIA said sweetly. "She assumed you'd just… walk in. Like a normal person. As if you don't exist in a completely different category of problem."
"What?"
"Her mistake," ARIA said brightly. "You'll see. It's going to be hilarious."
"For who?"
"For me."
"ARIA—"
"Have fun!"
She went quiet, but I could feel her attention hovering like a smug god.
I pulled into the executive level of Rivera Next Media's parking structure and parked between a Rolls-Royce Phantom and a Bentley Continental.
I killed the engine, checked my reflection.
Black Henley. Dark jeans. White Converse. Hair perfect. Stubble at that dangerous halfway point between clean-cut and bad decision.
I looked good. Always did.
Time to see Sable.
