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Siegfried grumbled to himself, “Where the hell is she? She should already be here by now!”
Sitting at the bar, Scarlett briefly raised her eyes from the red velvety contract, looking at him. He had been pacing the floor, constantly asking for updates from his men and Dana kept bugging him for details which he refused to give her.
Was Cattleya alright? Her heart throbbed in her chest. Did something happen to her? It was clear that her closest employees were worried about her.
Siegfried gently pushed Dana away from him, frustratingly saying for the third time, “She’s fine, Dana. She’s fine. You know how Cattleya is.”
Dana hissed, “I’m not worried about her. I’m worried that she killed that assassin. You said your men opened fire! This place is inundated by journalists, damn
