SOFIA'S POV

“Elena Black? The kid of the founder of Black Corporation?” the assassin repeated, his voice calm, almost amused.

“Yes,” I replied smoothly. “The one and only. Today is Friday morning, I’m free right now, and if you’re free too, then I suggest we meet up and discuss this face-to-face.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he answered without hesitation. Then, with a low chuckle, he added, “But I gotta warn you, I’m expensive.”

“I figured,” I said, my tone dry. “I wouldn’t have called if I couldn’t afford it. Now, do you have a spot in mind for us to meet?”

“And how am I supposed to suggest that? You’re...