Two guards in black uniforms stood stiffly behind Dr. Holt, hands hovering near the pistols strapped to their hips. Anna froze in the middle of her room, her white lab coat still clutched in one hand. The dim hallway light cast a shadow across Holt’s face, sinking his eyes into deeper hollows.
“Our boss wants a word,” Holt said, voice flat but loaded. His gaze swept the room, then locked onto Anna. “Now.”
“Our boss?” Anna scoffed, her tone sharp. As far as she was concerned, she didn’t work for anyone here. She’d been dragged in, forced to cooperate, and there was never a single damn contract between her and that bastard, Marco.
“Marco Lavigne, of course,” Holt replied.
He didn’t appreciate her sarcasm. Anna had been working in Marco’s facility for weeks, yet she had the nerve to act l
