Cecilia's pov
Friday afternoon found me booking a flight to Iceland when Dora called again. Three days had passed since our last conversation.
I knew she had something to tell me, though I hadn't reached out.
"Hello, Mrs. Green," I answered coolly.
"We need to meet to add to our agreement," she said without preamble.
"Your lawyer can handle that with mine."
"Cecilia," her voice hardened, "you've already bumped up the settlement from ten million to fifty million. The least you could do is sign this addition in person. I'm waiting at Amanson Hotel—it's discreet, pretty quiet."
Amanson Hotel?
I recalled Liam's message. Sebastian was also meeting someone at Amanson today.
[What are the odds!] A glimmer of light flashed in my eyes.
When she noticed my silence, Dora cleared her throat.
