Salome’s POV
"Be at the Ashmoon Hotel by seven tonight or the original hundred and fifty million dollar settlement stands," the text read. "Do not test my patience."
I stared at the screen until the light dimmed. Margot Richardson did not make requests. She issued edicts. The name Richardson was a heavy weight, and she carried it like a weapon. I tossed the phone onto the coffee table, the vibration still humming in my palm. Clementine’s warning about her kept looping in my mind. Margot was a shark in silk, and this meeting smelled like a trap designed to bury me in fine print.
I didn't reply. Let her wait.
A second chime echoed through the quiet living room. This one was from Arthur.
"Miss Stanley, has Mr. Shawn’s suit been scheduled for return? I can coordinate the timing if needed.
