Without saying much, Georgia reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. She tapped the screen and held the phone to her ear.
The call connected on the first ring.
“Am I speaking to Mr. Rowland?” she asked, her voice smooth and clear.
“Yes. Please go ahead.”
“I want the contract with Sylvester’s Corp, ID number 725630, terminated right now,” she said, walking slowly around the office, her heels clicking on the floor. “If they refuse, remind them they’ll have to pay the 100 million dollars listed in the terms.”
She ended the call before hearing a reply and slipped her phone back into her bag.
Sylvester’s mother scoffed. “You’re really pathetic, you know that? Do you think you can scare us with one fake call?”
Georgia turned to her, a small smile playing on her lips. “In a few minu
