[Chapter 19](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sfdrx2/behind_the_mask_chapter_19_fm_incest_cousincousin/)
I rode the elevator up to the seventieth floor. I personally would have picked the sixty-ninth, just for the memes. However, I wasn’t an uptight prude, so I stepped out on the next floor up and walked right past the front desk. The receptionist sprang to her feet and clip-clopped after me in her wedge heels.
“Um, Miss Alexandria–” she stammered.
“Don’t call me that,” I said sharply. “Is he in?”
“Apologies. Um, Miss Rochester. He’s out on business.” A lie.
“Got it. I’ll see myself in.”
“Miss Rochester–!” she protested.
I went straight to his corner office – which wasn’t hard to find, it was huge – and threw the double doors wide open. The windows were floor-to-ceiling and offered a beautiful view of the city. With one of the world’s biggest metropolitan hubs laid visually at your feet, it was hard not to feel like the center of the world. Probably what made his head so big.
He was sat at his desk, not even looking up from his paperwork as his receptionist and I burst in. I walked over to the windows and gazed out at the horizon, looking past the city and all its scum and splendor.