Eloise stood before the heavy wooden door to Pierce’s office and admired the doorknob. It looks like a handle from an old sword. Three iron pieces curl around your hand when you grasp it. She knew she couldn’t stall any longer and knocked gently.
“Come in,” she heard him say harshly, and her hand retreated from the handle. She hated how scared those bastards made her. Her mother would be heartbroken to see her once full-of-fire daughter acting like a burned-out wick.
The door bursts open. “Yohan!” he barked, stopping abruptly when he saw her. “Oh, Eloise, I’m sorry. I’ve been waiting for someone.” He stepped to the side and glanced at his watch. “Is it four already? Please come in, have a seat.”
Eloise moved inside, taking in his office. His desk stands in front of a floor-to-ceiling wi
