Home.

She brushed Natasha's words off like they meant nothing, it did. Walking away from her even as her condescending stare pricked the nape of her neck. Whatever ploy she had in mind would have to wait. Her hand was still locked in Jackson's who stroked it with his thumb like he was reassuring her, and she felt ever so calm, so prepared for whatever might get thrown at her. She was Maria Gracia after all.

Heads turned as the door was slid open, and her vision threatened to blur as different pairs of eyes pricked her skin, it was horrifying how silent and cold the office was. It was different, bigger, and wider than Sean's. They all sat around a conference table with different files scattered before them, Maria did a mental headcount, they were nine of them, seven of whom she had never seen, the other two being Higgins and Sean. She inhaled deeply, wishing for the sudden weight on her shoulders to lighten.

Jackson led the way, leading her to a chair next to the one he settled on and Natas