Chapter Forty-one

The familiar scent of leather wafted through her nostrils, Ella had been in that particular room many a time and everything that had been said here was unpleasant; and so was the woman sitting on the Sheraton chair behind the large rosewood desk with piles of books and papers on one side, a laptop in front of her, the other side was empty except for an almost empty glass of her signature red wine.

    Doña Bianca leaned languidly against the chair studying an almost bored Ella, frowning at the fact that everything seemed to be working against her and the situation seemed out of her hands. She was used to being in control but right now she felt out of place and frustrated.

    She leaned forward, resting her arm on the desk and intertwined her long manicured fingers, her gaze intensely fixated on Ell