The gray New York sky was the backdrop when Martin arrived at the conference hall. The aura of authority that emanated from him made people automatically step aside while saluting.

Geralt and Clara were already waiting in the private meeting room. Their faces reflected tension. Clara sat nervously. She was worried about what Martin would say. She knew why Martin had asked for a meeting. Meanwhile, Geralt looked more relaxed, sitting with his back against the chair.

Martin entered without a ...