The warehouse was dead silent, except for the soft hum of a single hanging bulb swaying from the ceiling. The air was thick—dusty, damp, and filled with tension. Two of Sarah's men stood over Kelvin, who was slumped against a chair, tied and bruised, his shirt stained with blood and sweat.
Sarah stepped forward slowly, arms folded, heels clicking against the hard floor. She looked completely unfazed—black coat hugging her frame, eyes cold, lips slightly curved in amusement.
Kelvin looked up, one eye swollen shut, the other barely holding focus. "S–Sarah… please…"
"Oh," she said calmly, stopping right in front of him. "Now you remember my name?"
He coughed hard, groaning as pain shot through his ribs. "It wasn't my fault… I swear… I was gonna pay you back…"
"You think I'm stupid?" Sarah asked, arching a brow. She snapped her fingers and one of her men landed a heavy punch straight into Kelvin's stomach. He gasped for air, coughing hard.
