Ciara walked into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a circle of light in the center of the room. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. She knew what she had to do.

“Hello, uncles.” She said, her voice cold and level. “I'm glad you could both make it to this level, we have a lot to discuss, but it doesn't matter anymore —I'll make it a brief talk.”

“What do you want from us?” Brandon asked, ...