It’s Your Loss, Ex, Your Uncle Is Mine
Everyone in the room knew who Victoria and Calista were targeting.
Garvin’s jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white over his briefcase handle. He made a move to sit up, but I caught his eye and gave a subtle, firm shake of my head.
Don't take the bait.
Before I could even open my mouth to deliver a smooth, lethal response, a deep, gravelly voice echoed from two rows behind me, cutting through the cabin like a shattered piece of glass.
"If anyone in this cabin lacks qualifications," Maximo said smoothly, his voice low, heavy, and dripping with dangerous indifference, "it is the legacy failures currently living off their parents' dwindling trust funds."