Chapter 11

The following week, Raymond was sitting behind his desk as Miranda stood to his side. She glanced around the office, taking note of the two security guards at the doors, and the two men dressed in black suits to the side of her. She took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper. "You think we should do this?"

"Absolutely." Raymond said, his hands placed firmly on the desk as he leaned forward. "It's about time the bastard got what was coming to him."

Suddenly, the office's door slowly swung open, and Steve walked in, taking in the scene of the room. Soon enough, his eyes landed on Miranda, and his whole body tensed for a moment before he quickly turned his attention towards Raymond. "What is this?" He asked, his brows furrowing.

"This is you finally making a mistake, Steve."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, casually shrugging, his expression never betraying him, and Miranda wondered how much experience he had with masking his panic like