"Angle your collar toward her face!"
Kate, her gaze fixed on the screen showing nothing but an empty corner, barked orders impatiently.
Her voice crackled through Carlos' earpiece.
With a sigh, he faked a couple of coughs and adjusted his collar.
The tiny hidden camera sent a live feed to Kate, displaying Olivia's face on the screen in front of her.
Leaning back, Kate studied Olivia's image, a gloomy look flickering across her face.
Seven years!
Since the day Martha had died, Kate had assumed the role of Alfonso's Luna, relishing everything that came with the title: luxury, designer brands, sports cars, fine wine, high-end hotels.
Over time, though, they'd become almost mundane, a routine she found more tedious than thrilling.
For a while, she believed this life was all there was.
