"You're acting reckless, Katarina."
I rolled my eyes, moving side to side on the office chair in the conference room. "When have you known me to make a miscalculation, Dom?"
"This isn't the same as that. This is war. So many others could get caught in the crossfire."
"You say that like I care. People get caught in crossfires all the time. Besides, I have it handled."
"I'm sure you do." He didn't sound like he believed me at all. "Just don't get yourself killed chasing after the wrong bone."
"Don't worry, darling, I'm impossible to kill." The door to the conference room opened, and in walked Amaria Greene looking ready for the kill in a periwinkle tailored suit and blood red Louboutins.
Lord, I love women.
"I have to go."
"Be safe."
