The night air was thick with the lingering scents of expensive cologne and burning cigars, but Shantel barely noticed as she headed towards the conspicuous Lamborghini Aventador SVJ that the driver had pulled over to the curb.
Her driver stepped out to open the door, but before she could slide in, a shadow loomed behind her, and a familiar voice cut through the night
"Ms. Hale…"
She's been expecting his arrival but she still took her time to exhale slowly and didn't even turn around as she said,
"You must really love the sound of my name," she mused. "Twice in one night, Mr Domango? I'm flattered."
She sighed dramatically before finally facing him. "But Mr. Domango," she continued before he could retort, "I thought we were done for the night."
Richard didn't react to the jab. "We're not."
Shantel lifted a brow. "Oh? Did you run out of people to impress inside?
Richard didn't so much as blink. "Let's cut the theatrics. I'm here for business."
