Curt Shawn had solid connections to the Corsican Mafia, so the moment Brad told him about the runway show, he knew he held a real advantage.
If he could throw enough interference into Athaliah's preparations, he figured he could force her into doing whatever he wanted.
Athaliah, however, nearly laughed right in his face.
Everything involved in the show had been funded straight out of her own pocket. She had planned every last detail herself, so how exactly did this man think he was going to ruin it?
"I'd like to see you try."
Curt glared at her, his eyes filled with clear warning. "Don't tell me I didn't warn you."
With that, he turned and walked out as though he'd never even been in the room.
Athaliah let out a long breath, relief washing over her the second the door closed behind him. She immediately called for her bodyguard and gave him a firm order in French.
"Don't let anyone else in here."
