ASHTON
"Mr. Rollins, I hope the house is to your liking. If it isn't, there are a few other options you can check out." The strange man in casual jeans and shirt tells me. We are standing in the middle of an opulent duplex with a sprawling staircase and impeccable décor. I have a hard time understanding half the things he's been saying to me since we met at a bar because I can't fathom why he won't just tell me who sent him.
"Otto, right?"
"That's right."
Otto, who exactly put you up to this?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Rollins but I already told you that information is classified for the sake of your benefactor. All I can say is that my employer cares about your wellbeing and wants you to live comfortably while you're going through this hard time."
