Samantha walked into the dimly lit bar, her heels clicking sharply against the wooden floor. She scanned the room and quickly spotted Kingston sitting at the corner booth, a glass of whiskey in front of him. His eyes locked onto hers as she approached, and a slight smile curled on his lips.
“You’re late,” Kingston said, his voice smooth but with a hint of amusement.
“Had some things to take care of,” Samantha replied, sliding into the booth across from him. Her eyes were cold, filled with a burning animosity that had only grown stronger in the past few weeks. “And things are going perfectly. I swear, Oliver won’t know what hit him.”
Kingston raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her intensity. “You’re making me proud, Samantha. Those two deals you undercut, they’re huge wins. Oliver’s company
