The car rolled to a stop in front of a towering building. Zeno peered out Moby's tinted windows—a testament that Moby's financial situation was getting better—and narrowed his eyes.
"Have you been here before?" Jace asked from the backseat, sipping an iced Americano.
Zeno shook his head. "No."
He had visited Moonrise before, and he also knew that Daebak Entertainment was considered the most prestigious acting company in their country. While Moonrise appeared modern, this building appeared more like it had been air-dropped straight from a sci-fi film.
The structure rose at least twenty stories, sharp curves cutting through the building's sleek design. Trees were manicured to perfection, and the open driveway stretched wide enough to fit a red-carpet rollout.
Correction.
A gold carpet rollout.
"What the hell," Moby muttered from the driver's seat, cutting the engine. "Did we just enter a palace?"
