Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
"Cherry, come with me," The Don ordered, while his voice was leaving no room for argument. I glanced at the man who had handed me the medicine earlier, who was now lugging the enormous suitcase behind him. His presence was somewhat comforting; I did not know why, but it helped ease my nerves just a little.
As we walked, I picked up snippets of their conversation. Apparently, we had arrived in New York, the capital of our country. I recalled from history lessons that it was once Washington. The Achestans dynasty had its roots here, and it seemed they had a deep affection for this city. I could not help but wonder why the Don's accent was so different from the one I was used to.
I overheard him mentioning that he was here for the quarterly assembly of lead
