PEACE AND LOVE DOESN’T LAST LONG | Ezekiel Millinga Daniel swiftly walked out of the V8, leaving its door open. The guard on the gate said something to him, whether it was greeting him or trying to stop him, he didn’t care. He headed to the building’s door.
After entering, he went straight to the reception bench. There was a woman wearing a violet Blazer Pant Suit, perhaps in her early twenties. After seeing him, the area between the lady’s eyes pulled together, causing the knitting of her eyebrows. Maybe because he was handsome, or maybe because he was the famed, most expensive DJ in the country.
Many ladies give him the same look the first time they see him. Daniel didn't have time to think about that at the moment.
There was cool music playing inside a room written studio at the top, probably from piano and guitars.
“Hello,” he said.