It was with a sense of apprehension that I followed the server into the private dining room that evening. When I saw the person already seated, I finally understood why I had been invited by Mr. Monroe.

"Sofia, long time no see," Zara Ozly greeted me.

I sat across from Zara Ozly, my expression impassive. "Ms. Weir, you went to so much trouble just to see me?

Zara Ozly's eyebrow arched, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "You're not that significant to me. I'm only interested in the research your lab has been conducting, which I believe holds promise. As for you, I'm only making a follow-up."

I did...