Morana's Point Of View
A sharp chime from my phone pulled me out of my morning daze.
I glanced at the screen, and the message staring back at me made my lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile.
Leon Vargas has agreed to work with you.
"Well, well, well," I murmured, tapping a manicured finger against my chin.
That was quicker than I expected.
I had assumed someone like Leon, a ghost in the underworld, a man who answered to no one but himself, would take his sweet time deciding. But it seemed he was just as curious about me as I was about him.
I chuckled, shaking my head.
This was going to be fun.
I typed out a quick reply.
"Come to the Sinclair Villa."
Less than a second later, my phone buzzed again.
"I'll be there in an hour."
I arched a brow.
Fast. Efficient. Just as expected.
I tossed the phone onto the bed and stretched, rolling my neck as I got up. If I was going to meet Leon Vargas, I needed to be presentable.
And by presentable, I meant intimidating.
