In a lounge at the Emerald building, Natasha greeted Dustin. “Mr. Rhys, you’re not hurt, are you?” Her eyes scanned him over in worry.

“I’m fine.” Dustin shook his head and continued, “I’ve dealt with the twins. What do you plan on doing next?”

“Those two were some of Edwin’s most useful men. I think he will be very alarmed now that they are dead. We should take things slow lest we scare them away,” Natasha said. She did not want to burn the bridge between her and Edwin. She just wanted to tea