A R I A N A

I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt lower over my face, I was wearing a pair of Natalie's old jeans and sneakers, nothing like Mrs. Russo, I looked like a normal, scared girl.

The lobby of Russo Corp was huge and shiny People in expensive suits rushed everywhere as I walked to the big reception desk, my heart pounding.

A woman with perfect makeup and a cold smile looked up. "Can I help you?"

"I need to see Dante Russo," I said, my voice quiet.

"Do you ...