OLIVIA
My chest dropped, as if the floor had vanished beneath me and a sickening, hollow feeling pressed down, twisting my stomach and freezing my limbs. Human trafficking. No. No, no, no. Dante couldn’t be involved in something so monstrous.
I knew he had secrets—layers he kept carefully hidden but I assumed they were usually just business and legal maneuvering. This couldn’t be one of them. Why should I believe the words of the woman who actively tried to ruin my life?
I squared my shoulders, forcing calm into my voice. “I see you’re moving from modeling to investigative photography, Vivienne. It’s not working.”
She slammed her hand on the table and the sharp crack made me flinch and several nearby diners immediately glanced over.
“Do you think this is a joke?” she demanded, her e
