Chapter 65

Finally, he knocked, and the flutters in his stomach intensified.

A tall, black woman answered the door and smiled. She stood eye level with Seven and gestured for him to enter. “Seven. Welcome.”

Seven apprehensively eyed three others sitting around an oval-shaped table. A young blonde woman wearing a professional-looking outfit sat next to a man in a military uniform with close-cropped dark hair, sitting rigidly. The third person wore casual black jeans and a sweater-vest. He looked up, smiled, and Seven froze in place, completely unable to move. Breathing was also something of a problem, unused to it as he was.

The door behind him banged open, and a short, black woman in smart clothes and carrying a large handbag hurried in.

“Sorry I’m late, everyone. Traffic out there is just terrible.”

“Good, we’re all here. Let’s start the meeting.” The tall woman who had greeted him at the door went to the head of the table, and Seven cautiously made his way to one of the empty seats.