Ale had directed the meeting to happen at her office, and at the way, she had changed into something more comfortable.
Which meant black leather pants and a black tank top. Suits were nice, but restrictive. And she wasn’t sure how this meeting was going to go.
Gabriel waited outside her office to direct all involved into her office.
Inside had not changed much, same music, same style. Her twin gun holster was over her chair with two guns nestled within.
And Cain stood beside her desk, his murderous gaze fixed on the door.
Seryna Raul Helen Kingsley