Sofia’s POV

I pushed open the door marked "Private" with the package tucked under my arm and stepped inside expecting a signature and a quick exit, just the way I’d been having it.

I met a long table that looked more like it belonged in a boardroom than a back office. Two men stood near the far wall, silent. Another man sat at the head of the table, jacket off, sleeves rolled to the elbows. His head lifted to look up at me when the door opened, and our eyes met.

I froze on the spot, contemplating whether to leave the package and run for my life. But any of...