Lola POV
Walking through the door are the identical knuckleheads I haven’t seen in 2 years, as I have done everything in my power to vanish from the face of the earth. Or so I thought. The smell of evergreen and cedarwood hits me hard, and I am left astounded as to why they still smell like that to me. I rejected them! But I have no time to dwell on that now. I wonder if they specifically came here for me, or if this is just a stupid coincidence. I am leaning towards the first, as we are a relatively small firm. And really, what are the odds? But I have a new identity. How could they have found me? I am on high alert, assessing the situation, as I notice numerous guards are standing outside the doors and about a dozen of them also step into the room. As if I couldn’t already be any more s
