Later that evening, after wrapping up her shoot, Ivy drove back to the Emerson Mansion with Sal.
Sal glanced sideways at her and couldn't help but laugh.
"Look at you," he teased. "The infamous assassin who could spend days tracking targets without breaking a sweat now looks like she's about to fall asleep."
Ivy shot him an exhausted look.
"Don't start, Sal. You know there's a huge difference between handling a gun and spending hours in high heels while pretending to smile for cameras."
She leaned back in her seat and let out a long sigh.
"I actually miss my old life. It was dangerous, but somehow less exhausting than this."
Sal chuckled but let the joke drop.
"Anyway," he said after a pause, "what are you planning to do about what Nathan told us? Do you want me to look into Logan Mortini?"
Ivy fell silent for a moment before nodding.
"Yes. And while you're at it, find out why the original Ivy wanted to get close to Xander in the first place. I want the real reason."
