The boardroom smelled like fresh coffee and old money.It was a good looking room. Long table, leather chairs, windows that looked out over the city. A Renegades logo, the size of a dining table, was etched into the far wall in frosted glass. Below it, eleven men sat in various states of impatience.Sienna stood in the hallway for exactly four seconds and looked at all of it through the door’s narrow glass panel.Then Sienna put her hand on the door and walked in.Richard Cole noticed Sienna first.He was at the far end of the table, silver-haired, with the easy posture of a man who had been the most important person in every room he’d entered for forty years.He looked at Sienna like she had wandered into the wrong room.“The owner’s assistant?” he said pleasantly, to the room at large.“The owner,” Sienna said.Sienna set her bag on the table. Then pulled out the chair at the head — Hank’s chair, the one closest to the frosted logo — and sat down. Then folded her hands.“Sienna.”Gr
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