The moment was shattered by a sudden knock at the door, sharp and urgent. "Boss…" Polina's voice called from the other side, muffled but unmistakable.
Natalya didn't even flinch. "Come in," she said, her voice smooth, unconcerned.
The door swung open, and Polina stepped inside, balancing a tray of breakfast in her hands. Her eyes flicked to Natalya first—then froze as they landed on me, Claire, and Yelena. The tray wobbled slightly in her grip, her shock written all over her face. "H-how—?" she stammered, her gaze darting between us, her mind clearly racing. How the hell did they get in here?
I could see the questions burning in her eyes, the confusion, the suspicion. She'd been trained too well to let something like this slide.
Natalya noticed it too. A small, knowing smirk tugged at her lips as she stepped forward, taking the tray from Polina's hands and setting it down on the nearby table.
