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Kingdom slapped the door open and stormed toward the woman manning the reception desk.
“Where the f**k is she?” he growled in her face.
Greta leaned back in her swivel chair and swung her legs onto the table, one leather-clad ankle landing gracefully over the other. Inspecting her nails, she drawled out, “I already told you when you called. She’s gone.” Her gaze flickered up to Kingdom, and she graciously added, “She’s in a safe place.”
“Safe, my a*s. If I don’t know where she is, then she isn’t safe.”
Greta let out a mocking grunt.
“Now, I’m asking again, where the f**k is she?” he ground out, the tic above his jaw working like mad. He pinned Greta with a stare that made grown men cry. Not her, though. Christ, he was going to wring her neck.
Without so much as a flinch, she repe
