ALMS TO LOVE
Marie sat in her study watching it all happen, nursing cold espresso as though watching a tempest behind glass.
Then her phone rang.
The screen flashed: Madam Jamaica Billion.
For one moment, Marie thought about ignoring it. But curiosity got the better of her.
She swiped. "Madam Jamaica," she said, smooth as honey. "What a surprise."
The matriarch's voice was as sharp as ice. "Save the niceties, Marie. We have something to discuss. Now."
A video call request popped up; Marie agreed.
Madam Jamaica’s face filled the screen stern, regal, framed by the velvet darkness of her office. Her eyes, sharp as obsidian, didn’t blink.
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