Lisa Ann looked at the closed door where Lex had stood.
She walked toward him, slow, deliberate. The silk of her dress whispered against her thighs. She stopped inches away, close enough that he could smell her perfume—jasmine and something metallic, like ozone before a lightning strike.
“You cost me a lot of money tonight, Lex,” she said, her voice a low, smooth whiskey. She tapped a manicured nail against the tablet in her hand. “The Miami portfolio. Gone.” Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -Evil Angel-
The rain stopped. The neon sign flickered once, then held steady. The war had just begun.
Lisa Ann smiled. It was a beautiful, terrible thing. “I funded a logistics company. What my clients do with my capital is their business. Your job was to protect my investment, not play crusader.” Lisa Ann looked at the closed door where Lex had stood
On the other end, a man’s voice replied, “And the target?”
Inside, Lisa Ann stood alone under the cruel neon light. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She picked up the thumb drive, turned it over in her fingers, and smiled again—this time, smaller, colder. She stopped inches away, close enough that he
He stepped into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him.