New Chapter 47
CELESTE
The warehouse smelled of salt air and rot, it was a combination that I had been used to, over the years. I stood in the shadows near the loading dock, watching as Sandro's men pushed off their latest "merchandise" off the truck like cattle.
My stomach churned with nausea at the sight, but I forced myself to remain composed and unaffected.
This was the part of my work that never got easier, no matter how many times I'd done it.
Fifty souls. That's what Sandro called them – merchandise, inventory, assets. But I saw them for what they really were: children and young adults who'd been torn from their lives, their families, their futures, and reduced to nothing more than money in someone's ledger..
"Mrs. Kingston," Sandro's voice carried that false happiness and
