"A surprise will be waiting for you that day."
I narrowed my eyes at her, feeling her hot breath close enough to touch my skin as she leaned in across the desk.
A surprise, eh?
I raised an eyebrow, staring at her face and seeing the smirk that curled up her lips.
That smirk of hers… I didn't like it. It meant manipulation in Celine's books. It meant she thought she had the upper hand in whatever game she was trying to play here.
"Celine," I said her name slowly, lifting my glass of whiskey but not drinking from it. "Do I look like a man who enjoys surprises?"
Her smirk faltered just a little before she spoke with a light scoff. "Well, you used to. Remember? Before you brought in that–"
"No words about Odessa from you, Celine." I blurted coldly, clutching my hand around the glass and almost breaking it if it weren't for my self-control.
Celine seemed surprised and took a step back but I ignored her fear and continued.
