Natasha took the elevator, her mind still in a mess. She felt like she had experienced something surreal. It was almost like she had just imagined her conversation with that man in Leila's house.
However, the oppression she felt from him was too real.
Her sense of danger was always sharp, allowing her to avoid dangerous situations. She was not sure if he stood up or even moved from the couch, but she was certain of one thing. He meant it when he threatened to drag her to hell and deny her death.
Natasha shivered slightly and pulled the cardigan on her body a little tighter. She needed to stop thinking too much about Leila and her relationship. Her only focus had to be on completing this easy job.
Leila promised that she would deal with the Smith family. Once their deal was complete, she could decide whether she wanted to continue associating with Leila. She thought it would be an easy decision.
