Chapter 105

Viona's POV

The corridor leading to the founder's office felt colder than the rest of the agency. I hugged my arms across my chest, not from the chill of the air-conditioning but from the dread that had been building inside me for a long while now.

The guards who escorted us walked in rigid silence, boots clicking sharply against polished marble. The walls were lined with framed photographs-some in color, some black-and-white-of men and women whose faces carried the weight of ...