Please, Mr Giordano
Athena had sent another message right after the picture: “She looks like a little whore, doesn’t she? Quite the downgrade for the esteemed Lucien Giordano.”
I should have ignored it. I should have deleted the message, continued with the meeting, and allowed the inevitable fury to subside. Instead, I felt a sharp, inexplicable unease gnaw at the edges of my composure. I dropped the phone onto the table, the sound echoing through the room. Everyone’s eyes flicked toward me for a moment before quickly returning to the screen.
“Mr Giordano, the timeline for the product launch in Asia is tight, but I believe we can—” Gregory’s voice droned on, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence that had sud
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