NATASHA’S POV
“DAMN IT!”
I shout, slamming the table with both of my fists as it is more than plenty of times I curse for the day. When worst of what my dear little enemies and their presence which is a hell nuisance to me took the most important documents that I kept inside my little secret lair.
“Sarah,” I whispered and deeply thought to myself that there was only one person who could do it.
Sarah, by which Malcolm’s arrival and stirring my attention with that little charade of his might gave Sarah the chance to get those documents. But how?
“Tsk!” I couldn’t help but smirk and laugh for a bit.
More than thinking of the things that are just superficial in a sense as I shouldn’t be stressing about right now. For the entire little game is already there in front of me and center.
