SIENNA’S POV

“Your boss is an asshole,” I muttered as the two men hauled the last of the bags toward the door.

They didn’t even flinch. No smirk, no comeback, not even a “yes, ma’am.” Just blank faces, like someone had stripped their souls and left obedience behind. Typical Luther clones.

I crossed my arms, watching them disappear through the hallway. “You could at least pretend I’m scary,” I called out, but they were already gone.

Silence settled in again, thick and ...