"So Katarina, what did you want to talk to me about?"
The sound of liquor sloshing in a rocks glass with ice was very welcome to me at the moment. Maybe it was the stress of being a boss or maybe it was the building sexual tension between me and the spy that Marco had following me around who I had to pretend didn't exist, but I felt the need to drink consistently bugging me.
"Italy." I held a hand out for the glass gratefully, taking in the sweet scent of Irish whiskey sticking to the back of my throat. "Flawless."
"Italy? What about Italy?" Francesca raised a pristine eyebrow while she sipped her whiskey. I could see her eyes scanning my face repeatedly, probably freaked out by the major changes in them.
"They have a good investment market. I think you should sponsor a business or two." A little smile went her way, which she responded to with a flat look. "You could even sponsor politicians."
