Victoria’s fingers hovered over Barry’s contact, her mind reeling with questions that had no answers. She took a deep breath and pressed the call button, each ring echoing in the silence of her office. It had been days since the incident at the club, and the memory of it still gnawed at her—how she had been drugged, taken to a hotel, and had those damning photos taken without her knowledge. She needed to know why Barry had done this and, more importantly, what Amaya had promised him in return.
Barry answered on the third ring, his voice tinged with a nervous edge. “Victoria? Didn’t expect to hear from you.”
“I’m sure you didn’t,” Victoria snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. “We need to talk. Now.”
There was a pause on the line before Barry sighed. “Alright. I’m at the usual pl
