★† Sorae's POV †★
Past six in the morning.
I walked into my closet to pick a dress. That day I would be dressing in a slate blue long-sleeve v-neckline tailored blazer mini gown, cinched at the waist, with the blazer flaring out slightly, ornamented with four gold buttons and matching stiletto heels, and a medium-sized bag. With a touch of a light makeup.
I arrived at the office at 7:00. And I had already finished arranging today's schedules when Zenkai walked in with Marek flanking him, both of them stone-faced.
I thought they had heard about the accountant. That was fast.
"Lock the west sector," Zenkai said quietly. "Double patrol. And get me surveillance footage of every access point around that building."
"Yes, sir."
His eyes landed on me.
"What are you smiling at?" he asked.
Shit! I hadn't realized I was.
"Nothing, Sir. Only a message from my kid brother," I lied sweetly.
He stared a moment longer, wanting to say more. But he didn't, proceeding into his office.
