Chapter 13

"Good morning, sir," Martina greeted me as I opened my bedroom door and I looked at her as I buttoned up my shirt to the very top. She almost bowed at me, and I'm pretty certain she would have if I wasn't walking as though she wasn't besides me, "I hope you slept well-" 

"Most certainly," I responded, "I slept like a baby," I replied as one of the housemaids rushed in my direction with my briefcase in their hands and swiftly handed it to me as I walked right past them, "but I didn't call you to talk to me about my sleeping. I called you to talk to you about Celeste, my fiancé." 

"Understandable," she replied with a strict cold tone. 

Martina was a dangerous woman, one you wouldn't suspect to be who she really is. She's been trained in the arts of assassination for well over 30 years and knows how to kill a man with a paper clip and rubber band in more than 14 ways. She's not one to be