Marcella's POV
Forging a signature was nothing too difficult. I got a lot of practice with my father. I was not one to celebrate a still unpredictable victory, but I could feel my head swelling with pride as I submitted the document.
Working with Katrina was the best decision I had made in a long time.
" Hello? Let's meet tonight, at the same spot," I said, dropping the phone, the slim mirror in my hands showing me the reflection I wanted to see. One of a powerful woman who was soon to have the world at her feet.
My phone buzzed rapidly, and this time around, it was an unexpected call.
" What do you want?" I asked, my voice icy cold.
" The documents are not here," the voice said.
I paused.
" What do you mean you can't find it?! It should be somewhere in his room. I saw him put it
