Draven's Point Of View
Seraphina stiffened like a steel rod, hands clenching into tight fists against her sides, breath catching in her throat as she stared back at the woman with a mixture of raw shock and boiling corporate fury. I could see the muscles in her neck tense, her entire body radiating outrage.
Lucy smoothly turned her head back toward my desk, completely ignoring the way Seraphina was vibrating with indignation. A cold, triumphant smirk settled onto her red lips. "I've concluded what I want, Draven. You boys told me to make any request, to name my price for your father's coordinates."
She paused, letting the moment stretch. "Give her to me… put her on my payroll, transfer her contract to my estate, and the information about his whereabouts is all yours. Every single digit."
