I settle into the chair in the warehouse meeting room, my hand unconsciously resting on my slightly swollen belly. At fifteen weeks pregnant, the changes in my body are subtle - noticeable to me but not yet obvious to others. I push thoughts of the baby aside, focusing on the task at hand.
“Tell me, Fred, how are we doing?” I ask the man Santiago hired to help me ruin Ivan.
“We have destroyed a good number of his restaurants here in the US. The Costanzo family is also doing an excellent job with his businesses in Europe. Good is what I would say, Ma’am.”
“That’s good to hear. Has he visited any of the places we’ve destroyed?”
“No, he hasn’t.”
“None?” I ask, a little shocked.
“Yes, none.”
“That is odd. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he comes out of his hiding place.”
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