"I'll investigate immediately. Rest assured, Mr. Sterling, I'll find out who's behind this prank."
Sophia practically ran from the room. The scenes of fingernails being ripped out and whips lashing flesh matched the fantasies she had replayed in her mind countless times, down to the smallest detail. No one wanted to know who had made those photos more than she did.
Watching her leave, Xavier lit a cigarette and dialed Wendy's number again and again. Each time, the same automated voice answered, "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable."
He had expected that possibility, yet each cold electronic repetition darkened his expression further.
A few minutes later, the hotel manager rushed in, sweat pouring down his face. "Mr. Sterling, the surveillance system was sabotaged the mo
