She looked insanely beautiful, but despite the convoy, the bodyguards, and the carefully maintained seriousness she wore like armor, the sight of her stepping out to meet him carried a strangely simple implication.
Amelia Don had come here personally. Which meant whatever had brought her to his place wasn't business that could be delegated. And it was pretty obvious what it was.
The doors of the four cars behind her opened in perfect, coordinated sequence. Eight armed female guards stepped out and spread into a loose but disciplined formation behind her. Stan recognized Emma at the front of the group, the leader of the original detail, looking far more composed and confident than she had at the abandoned building.
Amelia raised a single hand and the entire formation stopped instantly.
