Merrick's pov.
Two days later, I go to the office alone. It took effort to convince Alina to stay at home today. I called Meg and told her to get Alina out of the house. The reception looks clean and busy as always. They have already fixed the whole front glass and door that shattered to pieces. Everything that was destroyed looks as good as new. Alina's idea for everyone not to come to work was good. They needed the rest. Drake, the guy Damien hired to be in charge of my security, is in the reception talking on the phone. I do not want to owe Damien anything, but I cannot let my pride win; Alina's and Meg's lives are at stake, too. He approaches us with another guy behind him.
"The FBI is here," he says, pointing at the two detectives talking to the ladies at the reception. I know they
