Modeling Agency

Sweat trickled down on Hogan's forehead as he stared at Lyca who was now sitting at his previous seat. The woman looked relaxed as she leaned against the leather chair, smiling at him as if she didn't try to kill half of his men just a few minutes ago. "Are they going to be alright?" he asked.

"They will live." She took a sip of her tea before leaning forward, her elbow rested on the table. "Do you understand why I was so confident, now?"

"You are crazy."

"Thank you very much. I am taking that as a compliment." She answered without batting an eyelid. "I told you. I don't need an army to stop those people. I need experts."

Hogan's pressed his lips together, his icy stare bored into her. "Those kids are like my children."

"Oh… did you want them dead?"

"What are you talking about?" Irritation flashed in his eyes. Hogan had never met anyone as different as this woman before, and he honestly doesn't know how to handle her.