The memories snapped like a broken thread when his phone suddenly buzzed to life. Carlos lowered his gaze, watching the dancing letters of the caller ID.
"What is it?"
His sculpted lips barely parted as he listened to the rushed voice on the other end.
"President Radiance, about the LuxeLuster Silk campaign and celebrity partnerships—Ms. Anna's agent just reached out."
A muscle jumped in his jaw, his expression unreadable.
After a weighted pause, his assistant ventured, "They're offering exactly what we need. Should we move forward?"
Carlos pressed his lips tight—his telltale sign of hesitation—before murmuring, "Wait till I'm back."
Ms. Anna—the woman who'd once driven Alicia up the wall with jealousy. Alicia had been dead wrong thinking this actress was her rival for Elvis's heart
