Norwood Group.
It was late. The city lights were magnificent, spilling across the glass curtain wall of the office building and reflecting a dazzling glare. But most of the offices in the tower were already dark. Only a few scattered lights remained. The skyscraper, so busy during the day, now stood silent with the night.
Celia Sterling's G-Wagon was parked in the plaza in front of the building.
Silas Norwood stood at the ground-floor entrance, his back to the light. His silhouette was elegant and striking.
Celia Sterling walked over to him. "Silas, what are you doing down here?"
Silas Norwood held out his hand to her. "I came to get you."
