Lena had a headache. She had no idea how to deal with cryptocurrencies—she was completely clueless in that area.
Just then, her phone chimed. She picked it up and saw a message from “The Weakling”: “Want to meet up today?” She remembered that she hadn’t contacted Alaric since they last met at his hotel. She replied, “Address?”
Lena returned to the same hotel. Zayn was already waiting in the lobby and escorted her upstairs to a suite. “Please have a seat. The boss will be here in five minutes after his meeting,” he said. Lena nodded, and Zayn left the room.
The suite was spacious, with a full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river. It had been a long time since Lena had taken a moment to enjoy the view. The city felt somewhat unfamiliar to her now, and she stared out, mom
