Chapter 50 Three-card Queen

• Maria smoothed down her dress. "Gotta head back to the penthouse. Leo's charity luncheon tomorrow needs handling."
• Ramirez slammed his tumbler down, bourbon sloshing. "¡Coño! You saw what that cabrón did today? Made me look like some pendejo fresh off the boat!" His weathered knuckles found the desk again, an old habit from harder days. "In my own territory!"
• "Exactly why I need eyes on him." Maria's Louboutins tapped across the hardwood, each step measured like a countdown. Her mind churned through contingencies, plans within plans.