The masked woman led the way to an office. She rapped on the door and a masculine voice called out.
"Come in."
Opening the door, the woman handed the envelope back to April before heading back to the desk. April took the envelope, straightened her shoulders and stepped inside.
"Please close the door behind you."
April had tried imagining the man she would be meeting, but had come nowhere near the man in front of her. Dark hair, hazel eyes, a devasting smile - even a dimple.
Of course, April didn't exactly match Napoleon's expectations of a Valkyrie either.