“She’s unpacking,” Sonya replied, straight and to the point. “Will that be all?”
“Yes. Please make sure she has everything she needs.”
She bowed her head and closed the door softly behind her.
Amir didn’t even try to hide his chuckle. “I really,reallyrest my case.”
“God, you’re really,reallyannoying. Either that or you want to experience pain?”
He shrugged. “I’m a masochist like that. Once, I was with this dominatrix?—”
“Jesus, Amir. Spare me the details,” I snapped. “Some things are best kept private.”
“If you say so, boss.”
I shook my head, dragging a hand through my hair before leaning back in my chair. I could hear the soft splash of waves against the shoreline through the open windows, the feeling too calm for the mess unfolding inside these walls.
“We’ll need eyes on Sophie at all times,” I said. “No gaps.”
Amir’s expression sobered. “Does Kristoff know she got tangled up with Black Oil?”
“My guess is no.” My gaze drifted back to Kingston’s email, the list of names scrolling through my mind. “He never mentioned it.”
Jacqueline was related to the brothers running the Black Oil Syndicate, but her connection to them had been dormant for decades, almost as if she’d been cast out.
“But he was married to that woman,” Amir pointed out. “There’s no way he doesn’t know where his ex-wife comes from.”
I shrugged. “I’ll call him. See what he has to say.”
Amir snorted. “It’s freaky. He divorces that mess, then his best friend?—”
“Ex-best friend,” I cut in.
“Whatever. He marries her, and like icing on the cake, Kristoff’s cousin gets pulled in with his ex-best friend and his ex-wife too? That’s some twisted shit.”
He wasn’t wrong. The triangle had turned into something messier. A quadrangle? Was that even a word?
“Go coordinate Kingston’s delivery of our package,” I said. Jacqueline and her entourage would pay for what they’d done. “Handle our friend who thought it was a good idea to touch our guest. I’ll call Kristoff and see what he knows.”
Amir stood immediately, and headed for the door. His hand restedon the door handle before he paused. “Don’t go daydreaming about your guest.”
His laughter lingered in the air as the door shut behind him.
Bastard.
Although I knew the moment the door shut behind him, his focus snapped into place. That was what I admired most about him—once he locked on to a task, nothing distracted him.
I should focus on work, but instead my gaze kept darting to the door, resisting the urge to go find Sophie.
Instead, I put my glasses back on and read through the email with the list of names. The connection to Black Oil was unexpected and posed a slight hiccup, but there was no chance in hell that I would let them go unpunished.
So, I typed up an email.
From:[email protected]
Proceed with the plan as initially discussed. Please confirm the package arrival timeline.
