Zander
The silence after Gina’s phone call settled over the penthouse like a storm cloud that refused to move.
No one spoke.
No one even seemed willing to breathe too loudly.
Gina still held the black phone Giorgos had given her, staring at the blank screen as if her father might call back and explain everything he had just dumped into her lap. I wished he would. I had as many questions as she did.
Insurance.
That was the word he had used.
Not ownership.
Not partnership.
Insurance.
It was a strange choice of words, and judging by the look on Uncle Giorgos’s face, he understood exactly why it bothered me.
I slowly turned toward him.
“What did he mean?”
Giorgos didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. His hands disa
