Natalia
Compared to the nightclub below, the marble full bathroom off Cristiano’s office was eerily quiet. I stood at the door, steeling myself to face the possibility that Cristiano had found the phone Diego had given me. I’d uncovered things about Cristiano tonight I never could’ve imagined. Good things. But I didn’t have him pegged in the least. He could still flip on a dime.



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