Rachel’s pov
The driver pulled the Mercedes Maybach up to the curb of a quiet, unassuming coffee shop on the edge. I had chosen this location precisely because it was far removed from the towering glass skyscrapers of my usual territory. I stepped out into the humid afternoon air, keeping my sunglasses on as I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the cafe.
Sarah was already sitting in a corner booth, a half-empty mug of tea in front of her. She looked defensive, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. I walked over and sat down directly across from her. I did not order anything, I simply removed my sunglasses and looked at her.
"Thank you for meeting me, Sarah," I said, "I read the article that came out today. You made some incredibly serious allegations against the Horton Group, and a
