Alesia's POV.
"Yes, what would you like to have?" I smiled at the customer, pen poised over my notepad. I was about to write down the order when the door opened, six armed men all in black suits walked inside. Fear gripped my heart immediately as screams erupted.
"It's okay, everyone please relax. We won't harm anyone as long as you're cooperating". A tall man, dark hair tied back, charcoal coat said, trying to calm everyone down despite having a gun in his hand.
I couldn't move. My legs turned to stone.
He pointed at one of the men behind him. "Escort them out."
Then his attention shifted to me. I instinctively stepped back, throat tight.
"I have nothing here," I whispered. "Please, just let me go."
"That's very bad of you, Donna."
He took two slow steps closer before dipping his head in an exaggerated bow.
"I'm Ralph. Pleased to meet you."
"Ralph?" I repeated, stunned.
