77. It's mine?

"I should get going," I say to Anastasia abruptly, needing to escape the already suffocating room. "But I'll be in touch soon about...Las Vegas."

She studied me with those unsettlingly astute eyes, as if seeing straight through my flimsy attempts at composure, before giving a curt nod "Be careful out there, Emily."

I offered no response, simply turning on my heel and walking out the mansion to my car. Once behind the tinted windows, I exhaled a shuddering breath and fumbled for my phone. With trembling fingers, I reconnected the call to Mark.

"Emily? Are you alright?" His concern was palpable even through the tinny speaker.

"I...I'm fine. What's the situation? How bad is the damage? I knew things like this were very serious and could possibly damage rivera’s shipping reputation. What had Donatella done."

A weighted pause before he responded. "I've already informed Giovanni, and the livestream was cut, but...millions had tuned in by that point.This isn't going away quietly." He says.