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Yet, I'll be free.
No one will own me.
I will only belong tome.
But if I take a chance on love, I might end up with everything I've ever wanted.
There is a slight bump as the SUV rolls through The Omega Academy front gates, and I smile.
I turn in my seat and watch as the ivy-covered stone walls disappear out of sight.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
No more school.
No more teachers.
No more bitchy Omegas.
18
I'm not sure what I expected, but arriving at the tallest building in the center of the city was not it.
The handler pulls open the door, and I step out onto the sidewalk.
Standing still, I take a moment to stare up at the skyscraper.
From the ground, the building looks like a silver needle, and the top floor is just a speck in the sky.
The name 'Novikov Corp Tower' adorns the side of the building in giant letters. Intimidated doesn't even begin to cover how I feel.
This is it. The moment of truth.
I've made my decision, but the butterflies in my stomach are making me reconsider.
The Beta driver leads me inside, and I follow him through the huge lobby towards the security checkpoint.
I stick out like a sore thumb in the bustling crowd of well-dressed corporate people. I discretely smooth down the wrinkles in my academy uniform, but it's no use.
My escort flashes a badge at the security, and we're instantly waved through.
The Beta uses their badge again to unlock a private elevator, and ushers me inside alone. Before I can ask where I'm going, the doors slide closed, cutting me off from the echoing foyer.
My nerves spike. I'm totally isolated, and there's no turning back now.
My heartbeat pounds in my throat.
The car shoots up at an alarming speed and then slows to a halt.
With a somber ping, the doors slide open, revealing a large, modern, open-plan apartment.
"Where the ever-loving-fuck am I?" I whisper under my breath and step forward.
I flinch as the elevator doors close behind me. I turn and stare as the floor numbers count down, each one feeling like a nail in my coffin.
Taking a moment to compose myself, I look around.
The space is luxurious. It's decorated tastefully, but everything is a little too neat. A little too perfect. It doesn't look lived in, or homely. It looks like a showroom.
