Megan's POV
I could feel the trembling of my legs after I realized Ron was right when he texted me, there were men wearing black suits on my front porch, and I didn't have a choice but to face them since I have done nothing to anyone, and I don't want my son to see them around without knowing who they are.
"Ms. Megan Corteza?" One of them asked me, and I could tell he was their leader, and I nodded my head since I felt like I had lost my ability to speak.
"Hi, my name is Brent, and I am sorry if we came so early, but our boss said he had been calling you, but you haven't answered your phone, and he wants us to be here as early as six o'clock in the morning." He said as he looked at his watch.
"Boss?" I asked, feeling so confused and scared of what was going on.
