"What will Ava be doing tomorrow night?" Riley asked Gary, her voice dripping with practiced nonchalance as she smoothed the silks of her gala gown.
"The scent is that she’s tracking a night-shoot for the October cover of Secret," he replied, adjusting his glasses. He prided himself on monitoring every vibration in Ava's trail.
"I refuse to believe she’ll just roll over and let me take the crown," Riley spat, her eyes flashing with a predatory green. Just the memory of the humiliations Ava had dealt her made her want to rend the girl's throat. "Scent out the exact location of that shoot. Arrange for some 'distractions' to keep her pinned to the spot. Only when I know she’s caged will I be able to enjoy my coronation."
"Consider it done," Gary murmured. He was a veteran at sabotaging Ava
