The Price of Mercy

THE MEETING

~RAFAEL POV~

The meeting room upstairs smelled like fancy cigars and old fancy cologne.

I sat at the head of the table with my hands folded in front of me while five men who thought they had power tried to explain why they had let a shipment get blocked by the French authorities.

Pathetic.

All of them.

I could see the sweat beading on Dubois's forehead even though the room was climate-