When Roxanne stepped feet into the room, one thing and one thing only continued to ring in her head.

"Run, you do not belong here."

Roxanne fought to steady her gaze on one thing in particular, but it was hard. This office was the definition of exquisite.

High and white polished walls, a rich mahogany wooden table that curved at both ends. At the other end of the table, seven people - four men and three women - were seated, eyes fixed on her.

Roxanne fought to tear her gaze away from the fine sculpture of the globe that rested at the end of the wall. She wondered what Emily...