I held up my arm and looked at my Omega watch. “It’s almost five. I’m leaving.”
“She said it’s urgent.”
I’d had a really shitty day and didn’t want to deal with any more bullshit. I still had a long night ahead of me at my second job. But my clients were big and powerful, and if it was urgent, it was truly urgent. “Fine. Name?”
“Annabella De Luca.”
“Alright. Send her in.” I went to my office and sat in front of my computer. Her name didn’t ring a bell, so I had to look her up in my system to see what kind of funds she had. She couldn’t be that important. Otherwise, I’d recognize her name.
When I finally located her in the system, it was clear that her husband was the one who made all the money.
A shit-ton of money.
I didn’t recognize him either, so he must be a Hades client.
She walked in a second later, wearing a long-sleeved purple dress with over-the-knee black boots. With curled brown hair that reached past her chest and full lips that looked like pillows, she was not at all what I expected.
Sexy.
She was one of those women who spent a great deal of time perfecting her features, wearing the perfect makeup, styling her hair every morning even though she had to get up at the crack of dawn, and clearly hitting the weights to have an ass like that.
Fuck, I needed to focus.
She approached my desk with her black purse hanging in the crook of her elbow. “Damien, Annabella.” She stuck out her hand to shake mine.
It took me a second to process her professionalism because I’d already made an assumption about her character based on how fucking pretty she was. I expected her to be stupid…shame on me.
I got to my feet and took her hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”
She smiled before she dropped my hand and sat down.
After the initial high passed, I sat down again and tried to pretend she was a man. “How can I help you?”
She crossed her legs and set her purse on the table beside her. Her dress rose slightly as she crossed her legs, and the outfit was provocative in those boots. The skin of her thigh was lightly tanned and clearly toned. “An apartment that I love has opened up, and if I want to secure it, I need to wire the money tonight. So, thank you for seeing me at the last minute. I appreciate it.”
Why was she buying an apartment? “I treat my clients like family. I’m happy to help you.” I turned back to my computer. “How much money are we wiring for the transaction?” I found it odd that her husband wasn’t here and that she didn’t mention him, but my clients came here because of our discretion.
“Fifty thousand euros.”
I wanted to raise an eyebrow, but I kept my expression stoic. “Alright.” I looked through her various accounts. “Which account are we using today?” I picked the one with the highest amount of funds, which totaled over a hundred million euros.
“Those accounts aren’t mine.” She spoke in a calm manner, her voice subdued and slightly quiet.
“I see Liam De Luca and Annabella De Luca. That’s you and your husband, correct?”
It was the first time she didn’t seem as in control. She fidgeted slightly and broke eye contact. “No. That’s my ex-husband. I’ve asked him to remove me from the account, and he still hasn’t done it.”
I was never interested in the drama of my clients’ lives, but I was curious about this. And I was a bit intrigued that she was single.
“If you bring me the settlement from your divorce, I can separate the funds into different accounts and get you off this one.”
“I don’t want his money.” Her tone was suddenly stern, like a button had been pressed with a fat thumb.
I tried to remain indifferent, but it was getting harder as the conversation continued. “According to law, you’re entitled to a fair percentage of your joint assets. If you—”
“I’m fully aware of what I’m entitled to.” Without raising her voice, she somehow commanded the room by simply changing her tone. It was obvious she was passionate about the subject. “I didn’t want his money when I married him, and I certainly don’t want it now. Please remove me from the account.”
I tried not to stare at her, tried not to be transfixed by the sternness of her gaze. “As you wish. Do you