Dorian held the door open, allowing his sister to walk through first into the dimly lit private meeting room. An heavy silence seemed to muffle the entire space, as if the very walls were braced for the weighty revelations about to be exposed.
"You didn't have to come along for this," Dorian said quietly as they crossed the room towards the solitary chair where Ronald Alba sat hunched and haggard. "Whatever he has agreed to say,I can handle it."
Alexandra shot him a stern look. "Don’t be foolish. We face this mess together until everything is exposed. Do you understand?" She shook her head adamantly, her voice firm, brooking no argument.
Dorian exhaled roughly but said nothing more as they settled across from Ronald. The man looked decades older than his years, shoulders slumped in wear
