“I don’t even know where she is. If you really want to talk to my girl, tell me, and I’ll let her know. Sugar works for me, so whatever you need from her, you have to go through me first. It’s not like you’re going to discuss something personal, right? Sugar already told me you want her to be exclusive—well, you have to talk to me first. Bye!”
Fabian angrily ended the call and threw his phone onto the sofa. His patience was running thin.
Since yesterday, he had been calling the manager of the bar where the woman worked, but he kept getting denied by the owner.
He hadn’t been in a good mood since last night. From Elvira to his secretary, it felt like he was about to explode in irritation. He couldn't focus on his work. His mind kept drifting to Gigi.
“Sir, Mr. Samaniego is outside,” Mar
