The House of Glass had grown significantly since Nadya had killed Don Salvara and taken control. Where it had once been a ramshackle gambling hall with creaky floorboards and bad plumbing, now it was an architect’s dream. An extravagant club bathed in neon light, she’d had the floors replaced for fine carpeting, the curtains switched to velvet, and the ceiling lights made into crystal chandeliers. It was twice the size of any other establishment in the lower districts. It was hers.
Only problem was, Nadya had even more enemies than when she had started out. While she’d dealt with several of her competitors, more continued to crop up like weeds, threatening to overtake her newly-founded criminal empire. If she intended to rebuild the Altaris fortune, or even remotely regain administrative power over Axxila, she had to be thorough. She didn’t just need to clip these rivals. She had to rip them out, root and stem.
Which was why she’d hired a Mandalorian to help her do it.
Zaia Krodas was her name, or so according to her file. Nadya had no idea on her age or appearance, and while she looked remarkably young, she was still Mandalorian. And knowing their history and honor, Nadya understood the value of having one aboard her team. She just hoped the young woman had enough experience in the field, else the mission would sooner end in her demise than the start of a successful career. Same with Nadya’s.
Sitting in the same chair where Don Salvara once sat, in an office she’d also redecorated and refurbished, she gestured to one of her guards to open the door and let the Mandalorian in. Once the bounty hunter slid past the threshold and made their way toward her desk, Nadya would look them up and down as if inspecting a slice of cheese for mold. “You must be Zaia,” she said. “Welcome to the House of Glass.”
She slid the girl a glass of brandy across the table. “Thirsty?”
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