Hugo had visited this place before. The towering building, which he estimated to have seven neatly arranged floors surrounding the main building, was much lower but spacious enough for him to wander around. The right and left sides of the milk chocolate-colored building were well-maintained gardens.

Glancing at the clock in the corner of his phone screen, he sighed softly. He was an hour early from the scheduled return of the person he was waiting for. Choosing to sit on one of the available ...