Kate’s POV
She halted.
The name Nikiola Rodriguez hung in the heavy silence of the VVIP suite like a toxic cloud that had just sucked all the oxygen out of the room. She turned around slowly and the terrified expression on her face was a stark contrast to the arrogant woman who had stormed in here moments ago demanding respect.
Her hand was still clutching her phone which was vibrating relentlessly against her palm.
"What did you say?" she whispered. Her voice trembled so violently that it barely carried across the table.
Dante pointed a long finger at the device in her hand. His voice calm.
"That is Nikiola Rodriguez calling you right now isn't it?"
Linda looked down at the screen. Her eyes widened as if the phone had turned into a live snake. She swallowed hard and looked back
