Savannah sat in the plush backseat of a black sedan car, the windows were tinted black.
She was a picture of elegance and control, dressed in a sharp, tailored black blazer that complemented strikingly against her jet-black slacks. Her long legs were crossed with the effortless grace of someone who had long since mastered the art of power dressing. A pair of oversized black sunglasses perched on her nose, hiding the sharp calculation in her eyes as she reclined into the leather seat, phone pressed against her ear.
She was mid-conversation, her tone casual, yet tinged with underlying impatience. “You almost got caught?” Savannah repeated, though her voice lacked any real surprise. “Chelsea, you’re lucky Nova didn’t notice. You need to be more careful.”
On the other end, Chelsea’s voice
