If Antonio was born to lead, Tara was born to negotiate.
She was magnificent, he realized as he watched, amused, what happened at Kitten.
She asked that they summon his men. They weren’t that many, fifteen as a matter of fact. And as they piled up in the office and looked at Antonio expectantly, she had said, pride lacing her tone, “It was not Antonio who summoned you, it was me.”
Whispers erupted from all around, and she only raised her hand in the air, and they became quiet immediately. “Yes, I feel entitled to do that. If you consider Antonio your boss, do not forget that I am your boss’ woman. I stand here before you not as his lover, but as his equal, and I’m asking you to please use your common sense in the Carlos matter.”
They erupted into whispers again. And much like the f
