Her eyes flickered, catching the faint tremor in my voice. “Forgotten? You’ve been in the family for years.”
Inside, my mind raced. Dom never knew the loans. Marco knows every offshore conduit. I slipped my phone from my clutch, the screen flashing his name.
“Marco?” I said, keeping my voice low enough that only the security guard near the velvet rope could hear.
He answered on the first ring, his voice a cold echo of the hidden ledger. “What’s the plan?”
I glanced at Chloe, feeling the weight of the crowd’s eyes. “Take everything he thinks he owns. Tonight.”
He hesitated, then whispered, “It’s already happening, Viv.” The line went dead, and Chloe’s smile widened, unaware of the storm brewing behind my calm façade.
Service Elevator Showdown
I slipped past the mahogany columns, my heels clicking against the polished floor, the gala’s glitter fading behind me.
