My hand rested on the cool railing of the staircase. The soft creamy silk dress I was wearing was a stark contrast to the darkness my mission entailed.
I made my way down the staircase. Heads curiously turned in my direction. I kept my gaze forward, heading straight in Armando Cruz's direction.
He was busy speaking with a business associate. This was a business dinner. Most of the men here brought their spouses as their plus ones.
Armando, however, never brought his wife to any public events. She was good enough to carry his children, to be shoved around by him...
It's men like him who pollute the air for the rest of us.
I deliberately bumped into his shoulder, immediately catching his attention. I flinched, rubbing my arm like I was in excruciating pain.
I slowly looked up, my
