Thomas Winters sat in the dimly lit VIP lounge of an upscale hotel, his fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey he had barely touched.
The leather booth he sat in was isolated from the rest of the room, providing the perfect setting for a private conversation—one he wasn’t particularly looking forward to.
Across from him, Kate Andrews sat with her arms crossed, legs elegantly crossed at the knee, her expensive designer dress clinging to her body.
Her face was perfectly made up, but the anger simmering beneath her cold, sharp gaze was unmistakable.
She had just heard the news, and she wasn’t taking it well.
“She won?” Kate hissed, her voice laced with disbelief and fury.
Thomas exhaled sharply, setting his glass down on the marble tabletop. “Yes, Kate. She won.”
Kate scoffed
