Chapter 7

The term “fitness area” wasn’t appropriate. They should have called it “super-luxury personal gym” It was a big, rectangular room; the two long sides were massive windows in front of which elegant leather armchairs lounged, and the floor was completely covered with parquet. The gym equipment—all latest stuff—was at the far end of the room, while at the front there was a bar consisting of a circular counter and a modern steel fridge with a digital display that required a code to open it

“Mmm, here is where they keep the Mo?t and Chandon provisions.” He chuckled.

On this night, the big room was empty. Reggie wandered around, studying each piece of equipment and smiling to himself: this peace and tranquility were exactly what he needed.

He approached one of the windows, to look at the park outside. And there he got a surprise.