Claus.
A blonde Bambi with the same brain capacity as the deer— yet useful.
To be honest, I think he would have made a great lapdog for an older woman given his pretty face— but that was just my humble opinion as his hater.
He stopped three steps from my desk, waiting for me to acknowledge him like some damn schoolboy with a crush. I sipped my liquor instead.
Geez, I'm beginning to resemble my father.
"Say it," I finally muttered, keeping my eyes on the amber liquid. "Did it work or did it work?"
He let out a breath. Half pride. Half disbelief.
"She agreed."
I put the glass down.
"Say that again."
"Lucrezia." He stepped forward now, his voice steadier. "She'll meet Emiliano. One-on-one. But she'll bring Clara with her. She's planning to use her daughter to finish the job—just like you said she would."
My eyes met his.
I didn't blink. Didn't smile. This was the part where he'd usually trip over his own ego.
"She didn't question it?"
