Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson

CHAPTER 12

As I stepped off the plane and into the Zurich airport terminal, I craned my neck to see the bustling gates and signs in German and French. It was my first time outside of the United States, and the unfamiliar sights and noises were exciting, if a little intimidating.

As we made our way to baggage claim, Agatha didn't seem to share my wonders or fears. She was on familiar territory here, surveying the crowd calmly for whoever was going to pick us up.

A neat young man in an elegant suit shortly approached, holding a sign with our names. He briskly introduced himself as Elias, the leader of "Ms. Bach's household staff." I blinked in amazement as he took us outside in a nice town car. Agatha clearly lived well here.

The Swiss countryside passed by beyond the tinted windows as we drove toward the city. Agatha made light talk, pointing out locations, but my jet-lagged head couldn't take it all. I still didn't know what awaited me here.

When we arrived at an elite tower apartment building d