Strategic

"You fucking didn't know that the bitch would be in attendance? Do I pay you to give excuses?"

Luca adjusted himself in the seat, sucking in a deep breath as he tapped his fingers on the glass table. He had expected that call as soon as he watched the news.

Marie Claire had attended the Met Gala although her name hadn't been in the invitation list.

"She wasn't invited." It was all he could say, his dark eyes narrowed in cynicism at how the woman had managed to attend at the last minute. Who had invited her? More importantly, who had pulled the strings?

Andre stared at the detective, playing ominously with his thumb, his lips sealed shut as though he were making a serious deliberation of what to say to him.

Luca broke the silence, breaking the tension as well which was so thick it was almost visible. "I will look into it. Meanwhile, your strategy worked. She's currently shooting a movie with budget of fifty million dollars, these are the details." He placed a thin brown envelope