Dominique's POV

I had no idea what time it was when they finally came to get me the next day. I knew it had to be the next day, because a man came to bring me breakfast: incredibly terrible coffee and something pretending to be a blueberry muffin.

"Eat up, you've got five minutes until you meet the Boss," the strange man from yesterday advised me, "And trust me, you don't want to keep him waiting."

His head was shaved, but he had a long, rust-colored beard that ...