Amara arrived at Synergy, less than an hour later, matching in with determination to find out just what was going on.
The men In black Duncan had been talking about, were seated on one of the leather couch occupying the entire reception’s seat, thirteen men in total.
Upon seeing Amara, half of them stood and greeted her with a bow, while the other, remained seated and watched her closely, observing the type of person she was and how she acted.
“Littering my reception like flies,” Amara muttered, her displeasure of having these people here, written all over her face. “May I know just why you’re here and what you’re here for?”