Elena’s footsteps sounded softly as she got out of the taxi. Her hair was neatly tied up; her face looked tired but determined. Just as she passed through the glass doors of Nathan’s office lobby, a man in a black formal suit approached her with a serious expression.

“Sorry, Miss Elena. Sir has a meeting outside. Please follow me.”

Elena was suspicious. But when she saw the shiny black sedan parked out front, she had a bad feeling. The car window rolled down slowly. Mrs. Sonia’s haughty face appeared behind it.

“Get in. We need to talk,” the woman said flatly, in an unassailable tone.

Elena took a deep breath....