Victoria leaned on her desk, arms crossed tight under her chest, and her black-painted nails tapped one single time against her biceps.
"So," she said. "Let's hear this great idea of yours, Blaze. How are you going to solve all my problems?"
Nash didn't react at first. He just leaned back a little, with that infuriating smirk she hated.
She watched him for a long second before she finally sighed, dragged a hand over her face, and tipped her head back like she was begging the ceiling for patience.
"Of course," she muttered. "Of course you wanna use this for your stupid wet dream." She straightened up again. "Nash, get this through your thick head: Hector owns Monique. Monique owns Baby-Boom. There is no world in which I magically pay off their debt, and Hector just smiles and lets it happen."
Nash took a step forward.
