Chapter 95

"Is there a problem? Don't you want to see her?” Santino countered.

Clifford's gaze sharpened, a new layer of scrutiny in his eyes. After a moment, he let out a short laugh. "I'll have Ziven send you the address. Don't be late."

“Of course,” Santino replied with a nod.

Clifford rose and left the office. The moment he was out the door, the smile vanished from his face, replaced by a cold mask.

Downstairs, he found Latisha sitting on a sofa in the lobby, her unfocused eyes staring at the floor, lost in thought.

A shadow fell over her, and she looked up to see Clifford standing there. He was already a tall man, and from her seated position, she had to crane her neck to see his face, which was obscured by the light behind him. His hands were tucked in his pockets, the long coat draped over his shoulders accentuating his lean frame.

Latisha paused for a second before quickly getting to her feet. His features came into focus, as cold as ever-perhaps even colder.