Novel & Cerita Callie Torres Now

“Cal. We cannot literally burn down anything again.” Callie waves her off. “Please. That was one time. And we were minors. Plus, I’m way more sophisticated now.” Emily gives her a look. Callie grins wickedly. “This time, it’ll be legal, I promise, I have a plan.” Emily groans. “Oh my God.” “It involves Monty,” Callie says, practically vibrating with excitement. Emily groans louder. “Oh my God.” I wipe my nose and croak, “What’s the plan?”

Just as she reached the door, Calista’s phone rang. Reluctantly, Calista eased out of Ranya’s hold and picked up her phone. “Willia?” Ranya chuckled again. “Maybe she knows we were just talking about her.” Valerie glanced back, raising a brow. Her boss seemed... different. Almost too relaxed. Maybe that bullet had done something to his memory. Calista smiled as she answered the call. “What’s up, buddy?” “Anthony’s here, Cal,” Willia’s voice came through the speaker.

“Ye’ve been keepin’ this tae yerself?” “Aye,” I said simply, slipping off my heels and letting my toes sink into the rug. “Some things a girl has tae keep fer herself.” Callum moved behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of him without a single touch. “And now ye’ve invited us in.” I turned just enough to meet his gaze over my shoulder. “Don’t read too much into it.” He smiled slow, like a man who had no intention of listening. Cat flopped onto the sofa, already scrolling her phone. “Speaking of things you keep for yourself, Cole’s back in L.A., and the gossip blogs say he’s been seen at that new rooftop club in West Hollywood.”

But she was already out the door. I followed, catching up with her just as a small group of office workers came down the hall. One of them, a bleach-blonde woman, sneered when she saw us. “What the hell are you doing?” Callie barked at her. The blonde gave a mock smile. “Taking down that slut’s name from our agency. Obviously. She’s no longer part of this place. And let me guess… you’re the genius who convinced her to do it, huh?” “Daisy!” Callie’s voice shook with rage.

The page waits in the drawer. THINGS ABOUT MARCUS’S GROUP. Ten items circled in pencil. Maya stares at them. Outside, the base is already moving. Inside the south container lane, Torres is carrying a crate of folded blankets like she did not bleed onto concrete yesterday morning with her ribs sticking out. Her jacket is clean now. Her face is normal. Her stride is normal. Everything about her is aggressively, insultingly normal. Maya watches from the operations window. Torres laughs at something Caleb says. A real laugh. Not weak or guarded. Not the careful laugh of someone whose side should still be stitched, taped, aching, and threatening infection.

I almost dropped the tray I’m holding. “Who?” I asked. “Your phone,” Callie answered. My eyes widened when I saw my phone in Callie’s grip. I immediately put the tray back on the table and grabbed my phone from Callie’s hand. “Geez, what happened with the word privacy?” I said, seeming pissed. Callie stood up and chuckled and Vivi did the same. "Remind me why I do have crazy friends like them," a thought from my mind. “I can’t believe this,” Callie blurted and shook her head. She grabbed her sling bag and clung it on her body. She then looked at me. “Kael is into you, girl.”

I said. Nylah made a quick call. Less than thirty minutes later, Toni Torres strode into the room like he owned it. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair tousled, eyes sharp with ambition. He looked me over appreciatively before settling into the chair across from us. “Callie Voss,” he said, voice smooth and mocking. “I heard you had quite the spectacular fall from grace at the cathedral. How the mighty have fallen.” I smiled coldly. “And I heard you’ve been looking for a way to destroy Asher for years. Perhaps we can help each other.”

she says before she spins on her heels and walks out of my office, leaving me alone smiling. I sit on my chair, scrolling through the news outlet, and then I see the photo I was not expecting. “Calliope Flores has been taken for interrogation. Calliope Flores is known to be the center of the Say No movement. Calliope has been preparing herself with her team to face Judge Rover in court as Jagger Bolton represents him. Calliope has come forward pressing charges of sexual harassment against the late Judge Rover. Calliope is being dragged into interrogations.” I read and slam my fists on the desk, making things move out of place.

ROMAN “No, that’s my job,” Dolores replies. “You can go back to bed and get more rest.” She shoots me a serious look. “Don’t keep her here take her upstairs to get some rest.” “thanks , Dolores,” I mutter before I finish the last of my sandwich. Ana gets up and gives Callie’s arm a squeeze before she leaves the kitchen. As soon as she’s gone, Callie locks eyes with me. “How’s she really doing? Because I know she trying to play strong”

"It's her!" The girl was none other than Callie Romero from the Marvair Sect, whom Severin had met once before. At that moment, Callie appeared bedraggled with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her face was pale as paper, and her aura seemed somewhat unstable, indicating that she had suffered serious injuries. On the other hand, her two opponents seemed to be in much better condition. Radiant lights flicker around them, making them look like ethereal celestial beings.