The forest retreat outside Hamilton was the kind of place people described as “breathtaking” in travel magazines. Tall pines surrounded the property, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, while a glassy lake stretched out behind the cabins. Wooden cabins sat among the trees, each with a small porch and wide windows overlooking the forest.
The company bus was already parked in front of the main lodge when Zane's car pulled up. Most of the employees had already gotten out and were standing around with their luggage, talking among themselves while a few staff members carried boxes from the bus.
Melena stepped out of Zane's car and barely had time to stretch before something landed on her arm. She slapped it immediately and looked down at the tiny mosquito lying dead on her palm.
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