MATEO’S POV

I tossed the phone onto my desk and let out a long, heavy breath. I rubbed my tired eyes as Leo walked into my office with a folder.

"Is she waiting for me, Leo?" I asked, standing up and buttoning my jacket. A rush of adrenaline pumped through my veins because tonight was the night everything would change.

"Yes, Mr. Thompson. Beatrice King is in the private dining room at the Plaza Hotel, just as you requested," Leo said, handing me the folder, his face looked tight and worried. "But I must warn you, sir, she is a bitter and dangerous woman, making a deal with her is...