đź’ś Nicole
Leonardo did not take me shopping, like he had said.
Leonardo deployed me to a mall.
There is a difference.
The difference was the black convoy that pulled into the underground parking like we were about to raid a government facility instead of buying a phone. Three SUVs. Armed men. Earpieces. The kind of presence that screamed international crime in a place meant for overpriced coffee and people pretending they liked minimalism.
I stared out the window as the engine shut off.
"So," I said dryly, "do the mannequins get frisked too, or is that just for me?"
Leonardo didn't even look at me. "Don't tempt them."
A guard opened my door before I could even think about touching the handle myself. Leonardo's earlier warning echoed in my head.
From now on, you wait.
I rolled my eyes but waited anyway. Not because I agreed but because I wanted to see how far this performance went.
