SEVENTEEN
Stephanie had outdone herself, Gaia decided, as the perused the report over breakfast. The media manager had unearthed a gold mine of dirt on the girl. Not only was she the bride in the video that had cost Harrison his job, but the girl herself was no better than a common w***e who'd sold her body for cash. To a certain rock star, in fact. No wonder the man didn't want to sell the resort if he could afford to pay a million dollars for a p********e.
Time to take a different tack.
As if on cue, her phone rang. Gaia lifted the receiver to her ear. "Yes?"
"Ms Vasse, I have Mr Felix on the line for you, as requested," the receptionist said. A few soft beeps sounded, followed by the sound of someone breathing into the receiver. Not the receptionist.
"Hello, Jay," Gaia purred. "
