"Who the hell is he?"

Jada had walked into the penthouse. She had chosen the last floor of the fifth block. She was looking from one corner of the living room to the other. The interior of the living room was breathtaking. The arrangements of the couches were feminine and bold. The atmosphere and chills of the air-conditioned air were soothing.

Jada hadn't found her words yet. Damien was standing by the door. The an who had walked her in was standing next to her. It was as though it was too much for her to process. That was the exact look on her face.

She walked away from the living to the kitchen. It was sparkling neat and stocked. She edged to one of the doors of the room.

"You would have to set your finger print. Or body recognition."

Jada halted at the front of the door and turned to the man.

"Body recognition? What do you mean by that?"

The man spared a soft smile.

"There are certain industrial doors that are sensitive to people who are walking closer to them. When you walk closer to that type of