When Katrina walked in, Sebastian sat in his law firm office. She wore a tight-fitted black t-shirt, with jeans and knee-high boots with a long black coat over and in her hands were what he hoped had been the files he had requested.
“Are these,” he said, trailing off as she dropped the file on his desk and sat on the couch.
“Yep,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “The files you wanted on Saunders, and let me give you a heads up, none of it is pretty.”
He picked up the black folder and slipped it into his desk drawer; he would find some time to read through it when he was alone.
When his door opened again, he expected to see Megan walk in to tell him about another meeting that had come up but was surprised to see it was his sister with Scar hot on her heel. His eyes narrowed at the duo. “Kat,
