Mia was waiting for them, lounging on a sleek, black leather sofa with a glass of champagne in her hand.
She exuded confidence, her posture relaxed, as if she were expecting nothing more than a casual visit.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few strategically placed lamps casting soft light over the minimalist decor. The entire scene felt like a stage set for a final act.
"Claire, Adriana," Mia greeted them, her voice smooth and unbothered. "What brings you to my humble abode at this hour? Surely, there's no need for such urgency."
Claire exchanged a glance with Adriana, her grip tightening on the folder she held. She could feel the tension radiating from Adriana beside her, but she knew they had to keep their composure.
This was the moment they had been working towards, the confrontation that would determine everything.