They all wore sunglasses, obscuring their identities. The leader's arms were muscular and his voice was deep and hoarse. It sounded like the voice of death.

“Miss Flynn, our CEO wants to see you."

Her voice trembling, Sarah asked, "Which CEO?"

The men moved out of the way to reveal a high-end shiny black car parked close by.

The window rolled down half way. There was a man's face hidden in the dark. He had a strong, handsome aura about him.