CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
~NICO~
I was on my way home when Marco called from Milan.
I already knew it would not be a casual update. He only called directly when something required my immediate awareness.
“Yes.”
“There was a slight issue on set, sir.”
He relayed everything without embellishment. The photographer had raised his voice. Cake had responded in French. I didn’t even know she spoke anything other than English. She had withdrawn money from her bag and handed it to two women. Then she walked out with Sienna before the shoot concluded.
I did not interrupt him. “Was she touched?” I asked.
“No, sir.”
“Threatened?”
“No, sir.”
I ended the call.
I had briefed every guard personally before she left Rome. Report everything. Do not filter. I prefer unpleasant truths over polished lies.
