16
Working Girl
“Okay,” Philippe said. “You need to get to the second floor. There’s a sun terrace with steps down the back of the house to a lawn. I’m looking at it right now. Clear all the way. When you make it down the steps, walk directly to the wall.”
“And what then?” I asked, taking another pretend sip, moving through the party.
“I’ll make a hole.”
“Copy that,” I said. “Heading upstairs.”
I left my champagne glass on a window ledge in the lobby and made my way over to the left-hand staircase. Out of nowhere, Nikolai appeared and grabbed me roughly by the arm.
“Where the f**k have you been?” he spat in my ear.
Oh no, they’d sussed me out already. Nikolai knew I had the diamond.
“Why aren’t you servicing the guests?” he asked.
“I was just—”
“Shut the f**k up. I’m taking you
