Chapter Forty-Eight: Amelia POV

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I would love nothing more than to sit and catch up with these women – I can’t tell you how good it is to see them again – but they are here for a reason and after yesterday’s events, I can’t afford to get side-tracked. I lead everyone through the packhouse, down a hall to the right and through a set of double wood doors. We step through into the conference room, which is a large room with grey carpeting, a large, circular reinforced mahogany table, and top of the line black ergonomic chairs. The walls are lined with deep caramel wood panelling, various art pieces and a large screen at the far end of the room. We file in and I take my seat at the far end of the table facing the direction of the door, while Chris closes and locks them. Marcus takes a seat on my right and Vitali next to hi

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