Pamela's POV
The sun was barely up when I heard the first loud sounds of big trucks coming near my office window. I stood by the window, drinking my coffee that tasted bad, watching as white vans with the state defence symbol stopped in front of the business building.
The street quickly got crowded. Officers in uniforms came out in lines, their boots hitting the ground loudly. After them came the accountants, holding briefcases, already looking for something wrong. Reporters filled the pavements, their cameras taking pictures, voices asking sharp questions in the air.
A raid.
I put my cup down slowly, ignoring the sudden rush of heat I felt in my chest. They showed up earlier than I thought they would.
My secretary rushed in without knocking, out of breath. "Madam Luna ".
"I know," I interrupted, smoothing out the wrinkles on my jacket. "Get the lawyers. Everyone needs to be here."
I wasn't going to let them think I was trapped.
