As Renee had feared, the Zellers had come for her.Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she told Freya calmly, "You have nothing to fear. They're here for me—it has nothing to do with you.""What? For you?" Freya blurted even as she locked the doors. "I think we should call the cops, Ms. Whitley."Renee sighed, shaking her head. "No. And unlock the doors."Freya remained pale as she turned and glanced at the dozens of men standing outside menacingly. "Ms. Whitley, I really think we should call the cops…""It's alright. Just do as I say," Renee kept assuring her, strangely calm.Freya eventually nodded, reaching with a trembling hand to unlock the doors.Renee alighted, looking up at the men-in-black as she asked, "You're here for me, I presume?"The one in the lead stepped up, gesturing at an open door. "Ready when you are, Ms. Whitley."They were all smart people, and there was no need for elaboration."Wait, let me talk to my assistant first," Renee replied and turned t
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