Veronica’s POV

It was clear Sonja was waiting for us, because the doorbell hadn’t even sounded the dong, and she was already ushering us in. It was clear she wasn’t going to be wasting anytime on pleasantries, a simple nod of the head and a motion for us to come in was all we got.

Quickly, we were all seated at her dining table, half of which was already covered in papers that looked like the ones she brought over before, only they seemed to have increased.

“Sonja, how are you doing?” I say in way of breaking the silence before it turned awkward.

“Very well, thank you. It’s great...