The sterile silence of the loft was punctuated only by the distant wail of a siren, a mournful cry from the city beneath them.
"We will need a catalyst," Baby Doll said, her voice cutting through the stillness. "A public event. Something that forces a reaction from the public and Levi."
Brandon traced the condensation on the glass of water in front of him. "The engagement party. It's on Saturday. The whole city is going to be there." The words tasted like ash in his mouth.
"Perfect," she said, a predatory glint in her eyes. "A captive audience of all the right people. The city's elite. Business partners. Socialites. People who can turn on a dime when a reputation is tainted. They will be too eager to distance themselves."
"What do we do?" Brandon asked, leaning in, the familiar thrill of conspiracy eclipsing his discomfort.
