Mila's brow drew together even further. The woman's words struck her like a direct insult.
"I didn't realize he had such questionable taste," the woman said with contempt.
Though Mila didn't like the way she talked to her. But she didn't lose her composure. "Who are you?" she asked coldly.
"Valentina," the woman replied, pride shining in her eyes. "Dominic's most trusted field operative. I lead the tactical enforcement team. When things get messy, I clean them up."
Mila didn't need further explanations. She understood the woman was as lethal as Dominic.
"And you," Valentina curled her lips into a faint smile, "you are nothing but a lousy, drama queen."
Mila's gaze sharpened, those words humiliating her further.
"I heard the scene you created early this morning," Valentina continued. "Throwing food, screaming, acting like a petulant child who didn't get what she wanted. So dramatic."
