She waited.
She didn't care how long it took. She would wait. She needed to see her. Confront her. Remind her who she was dealing with.
Only Eva didn't come out.
Because Eva wasn't leaving the Manhattan office.
She was only just arriving—from Tribeca.
The Range Rover pulled smoothly into the lot, its windows tinted, its engine a purr of money. Priscilla sat forward, pulse spiking.
Eva parked with one hand still on her Bluetooth earpiece, finishing up a call with someone on the press team. She didn't notice the other car at first—not until she stepped out, head down as she scanned her phone.
She was navigating the rows of vehicles when a figure appeared directly in her path.
Priscilla had exited her car. She didn't say anything. She just stood there—arms crossed, sunglasses on, lips painted in blood red.
Eva came to a stop a few feet away, her eyes narrowing as recognition hit.
"Priscilla… long time no see."
