Chapter 31

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 the client,” he said. “Tell me where you are or where you wanna meet up, and I’ll be there.”

Typical. Men always wanted you to do the thinking for them, even when you were hiring them for something as delicate as murder. I glanced around my apartment, its marble floors and perfectly arranged furniture reflecting the kind of life I had