109. The Conference Room

Charlotte’s POV

Five men, all dressed in black, with dark hair, the appearance of authority, and evil grins, entered the corridor.

As the lone female participant in the meeting, I felt their eyes on me as I sat awkwardly in the corner.

When Lisa arrived, she bowed her head to everyone.

She sits next to me and nods her head at me as a greeting.

Logan touched my thigh under the table, and he glanced at me just to make me feel calm, and not anxious at the same time.

Lisa on the other side of me, glanced at me, and sighed.

Then the door opened, three more men arrived, and they sat on the opposite side of us. So there were three men with blonde hair, and five men with dark hair, and the only one with chocolate hair was Logan.

We were all eleven members of the high table, and suddenly, the Mafia King arrived.

I hold my breath, trying to calm myself.

He was wearing a black mask.

And all of us stood up to greet him.

We bowed our heads, and he raised his hand to suggest we sit down.