Angela's voice sliced through the silence, sharp and unyielding. "Good. Let's get straight to the point."
She set her glass down with deliberate force, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room. Her fingers lingered on the rim for a moment, as if steadying herself, before she met my gaze with a look that could freeze blood.
"You know about my daughters." It wasn't a question. "I want you to find them. Bring them back here. Alive." Her voice dropped to a near whisper, each word laced with something dark and desperate. "But no one can know. No one inside this fortress—no one except you and me."
I didn't move, my mind racing. This wasn't just a mission. "And if I refuse?" I asked, testing the boundaries, watching her reaction like a hawk.
Angela's lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Refusal isn't an option." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr.
