ZARYA’S POV

It had been a week. There was no information I gathered. No signs of Mafia anything that could be used for bringing them down.

Bram was too clean to work. Between us, the only thing I did was office work. When he was talking to someone on the phone, he moved away so I could not hear it. I did not even meet his father, who according to the employees is so busy with some matters. If I was asked about their family, they did not talk.

"If you want to stay in your job. Keep your mouth shut." Those were their words, meaning there was something, but...