The doors of the Bentley didn't open right away.
But the black SUV that pulled in behind it?
That one did.
A group of men stepped out. Suits so crisp you could cut your fingers on them. Their movements were quiet, sharp. Military or mafia, honestly, these days I couldn't tell the difference.
They approached without urgency, but with that kind of silent threat that made your stomach clench without knowing why.
I straightened. Didn't let myself flinch.
Of course someone had sent their minions. And of course, they'd come after hours.
One of them, older, maybe the leader, stepped forward. "Miss Thorne. Mr. Ewan Roman would like a word."
I blinked.
Ewan.
Of fucking course.
Kael's father. The Chairman. The Devil in a tailored suit.
I let out a long breath, more annoyed than afraid. "What, does he want to give me a check this time?"
The man didn't answer. They never do.
