Lorena's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as government agents swiftly surrounded the warehouse, their presence imposing and threatening. Her gaze scanned for signs or insignias, something that might reveal their affiliations, but their uniforms gave nothing away—completely black and unmarked, symbols of ruthless efficiency. Mentally, she began tallying up the financial damage and the manpower she'd just lost.
'It's a tolerable setback,' she reassured herself, 'all the same, the old man won't be so happy about this.'
She raised one hand discreetly, signaling an assistant who moved toward her quickly, respectfully lowering his head.
"The records—did they clean everything in time?" she asked, voice-controlled but edged with urgency.
"Yes, boss. The data was cleared seconds before the agents moved in."
"And the girls? Did you convey my instructions clearly?"
"Yes, boss. They'll convincingly play the part of innocent victims. They fully understand that failure is not an option."
