The Inheritor Of The Houston Empire

70 • At His Service

Vanessa was in her car, wearing a scarf around her head with dark sun shades. Her driver moved past a lonely looking neighborhood with old looking structures and potholes on the ground.

The tinted glasses of the car window concealed her identity but from the flashiness it was obvious that a rich person was going through the neighborhood.

Almost everyone posed whatever they were doing to look at the car as it moved past their street. Because of how uneven the roads were, it made the ride a very bumpy one.

Finally they came to a stop in front of an abandoned looking building and she slowly got down from the car.

Her driver was right beside her, in a well tailored suit. She made sure to look both ways before heading into the suspicious looking building, todding her scarf around her neck.

This part of the neighborhood seemed less densely populated and as such there weren't too many eyewitnesses.

The driver was right behind her like a shadow as her footsteps echoed against the concrete