Bound to the mafia
“Oh God, he called me constantly. Every single day. Sometimes twice…”
“Okay, Mom,” Vindell cut in sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You’ve made your point.”
The woman behind her bit her lip slightly, clearly trying not to laugh. Vindell noticed. His eyes narrowed immediately.“Who is she?”
Mrs. Ashford suddenly straightened proudly. “Her name is Katherine,” she announced. “But you can call her Kate.” She smiled. “She is your new personal assistant.”
He blinked slowly. “My… what?!” he asked with furrowed brows.