''We are just happy to inform you that you are in a lot of trouble with us today, Miss Ashworth.''
That seemed to grab her attention more than anything.
Trouble? With the DPB?
What kind of hellish joke is this?
Her eyes widened in fear as she remained transfixed on a spot.
Azrael stepped closer noting how good she was at not noticing him. He observed her from head to toe and frowned deeply at the fresh scars around her bare feet.
The one at the head of the table who she instantly assumed was Lance Leinister. He has been the CEO of the DPB for many, many years now, that many people speculate that he might be immortal.
