Hannah and Louis were both anxiously waiting for the boss that Gilbert had spoken of. They kept their eyes glued to the door, hearts pounding, their minds running wild with questions.
It didn't take long before two men in their mid-twenties stepped through the door. They exuded a powerful, almost dangerous presence. Like Joey and Gilbert, they were dressed in all-black, but they didn't bother hiding their faces.
The two men, Carl and Morgan, were so alike that most people found it hard to believe they weren't brothers. They had been with the organization for almost three years, earning the trust of the mysterious boss.
"Where's the boss?" Joey asked, surprised that only these two entered.
Carl, with an annoyed expression, responded, "She couldn't make it. Personal reasons."
"What do you mean 'personal reasons'?" Gilbert shot back, clearly irritated. "She said she'd handle them herself. Why the sudden change in plans?"
