Chapter Seventy One
Venessa POV
By Friday evening, the keys to my old life had been handed back to a very apologetic building manager, and my entire world was packed into boxes. True to his word, Khalid had spent the last forty-eight hours personally vetting locations. He hadn't just looked at floor plans; he had reviewed blueprint schematics, interviewed security staff, and brought in his own tech team to upgrade the entire digital framework of the unit.
The car ride downtown was quiet, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. Khalid sat next to me, his hand resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing soothing circles against my skin. He was still hyper-vigilanthis eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror to check on the security vehicle trailing usbut as the sleek, modern
