By the left side of the building is a group of young men in deep discussion. A few are dressed in black suits, while about two wear casual outfits.

Carlson's gaze lingers on one of them before grabbing my hand, making me stumble on my feet.

"Follow me. I need you to meet someone really special to me." I have no time to refuse before she stops a few steps from them and then points at the tallest among them.

He's the second in a plain white shirt, with emerald eyes and golden brown hair. ...