Mrs. Doris nodded curtly, her eyes scanning Delilah’s face before shifting to the bag she carried.
Delilah’s expression remained calm, unbothered by the faint tremor of unease that Mrs. Doris’s presence often sparked.
They’d worked together before, on tasks that ranged from mere intimidation to… eliminations, if necessary.
From her own bag, Mrs. Doris withdrew a pristine leather folder and opened it with a flick of her manicured fingers, revealing a stack of photographs and documents.
She slid a particular photograph across the table toward Delilah. "I’m sure you’re aware of the... delicate nature of our business," she said, her voice smooth yet firm. "I have a new situation that demands your skills."
Delilah glanced down, her eyes falling upon the photograph.
Her gaze lingered o
