Diego's POV - His Penthouse, 5:47 AM
I'm in the shower when my phone starts ringing.
I ignore it. It's too early for business calls, and the only people who have this direct line know not to call me before 7 AM unless it's an emergency.
The phone stops. Then it starts again immediately.
I turn off the water and step out, wrapping a towel around my waist. Water drips on the marble floor as I grab my phone.
Unknown number.
I answer. "Yes?"
"Hello, President Herrera," a woman's voice says. Cool. Calculated. Dangerous.
My entire body goes cold.
"Jennie," I say, and my voice is steady even though my heart is racing. "How did you get this number?"
"That's not important," she says. "What's important is what I know. And what I'm going to do with that information."
I move to my bedroom and close the door, even though there's no one else in the penthouse. Old habits. Old paranoia.
"I'm listening," I say.
