Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
Here, the lamb enters the lion's den to be his delightful prey.
I took a deep breath and pressed the button, hearing the soft click of the door unlocking. There he was — standing near the large glass window, his back turned toward me. The Don, in all his intimidating glory. Even from a distance, his presence filled the room with a suffocating intensity. His posture, confident and controlled, gave off an air of someone who was used to getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. I could feel that dominance radiating off him like heat.
Nervously, I moved closer, my steps slow and deliberate. My heart raced in my chest, and it took everything in me to remember what I had rehearsed. Finally, my voice found the courage to break the tense silence.
"Don
