Third Person Pov
"Come to my room, now."
Xandeir conveyed the message through the gadget, the only item on her assigned table. The room she was given wasn't bad. She appreciated the colors and the glass front that showcased the city view.
Being in the enemy's den was one thing, but what sent chills down her spine was the fact that she hadn't read the damn documents. She knew how someone could exploit her careless mistake—a colossal opportunity she wouldn't wish upon anyone in their right mind.
Despite her disdain for her boss, she knew he wouldn't harm her. Certainly not after that night.
"Boss, you called," she emphasized the 'boss' upon reaching his room and knocking.
Xandeir smirked. "Yes."
"And?" she asked, hoping he would continue speaking rather than maintaining his hawk-like
