I stood in the hallway outside the conference room and dialed Warren's number.
"Get ready to put the plan in motion."
Warren let out an amused chuckle. "Got it."
Barely five minutes later, the elevator doors dinged open.
My aunt stepped off the elevator, striding forward on 10-centimeter stiletto heels in a crisp tailored black suit.
She'd just gotten out of the business van downstairs, and the first thing she did was toss her sunglasses casually into my arms.
"Got them all straight?" Her gaze flicked over the closed conference room doors. "You know exactly who the people who hurt you are, and their little accomplices?"
I squeezed the sunglasses in my hand and nodded. "I have them all straight, auntie."
"Good." She lifted a hand to smooth out her collar. "Auntie's going to go take
