"Mr. Corbin," she said, her voice the scrape of granite. "A hawk doesn't steal. It sees. It waits. And then it takes."
She unfolded from her perch. For the first time, Leo saw her not as a woman, but as a presence —shoulders too broad, arms too long, fingers curling into fists that weren't fists at all, but talons . She walked past him, opened the floor-to-ceiling window, and let the freezing wind howl in. mr banks office demi hawks
Officially, they were his executive assistants. Unofficially, everyone called them the Demi-Hawks. " she said
Not of contracts. Of people.