Fifty Shades Of Lovia
I was Evelyn Pierce now—confident, unshakable, and ready for the game ahead.
And for the first twenty minutes, it was all numbers and market chatter — my cover slipping into place perfectly. I played Evelyn like a Stradivarius: poised, invested, slightly aloof.
Then, like a knife slipped under ribs, Alejandro dropped it.
“There’s something you should know, Ms. Pierce,” he said, swirling his wine. “There’s a woman… who has been our problem and her name is Lovia Diaz.”
I raised a perfectly sculpted brow and asked. “And what does this Lovia Diaz do to warrant such…a caution?”