Desmond Davenport's face contorted with shock as I stood before him, very much alive and completely unharmed. The look of disbelief in his eyes was almost worth all the trouble I'd gone through.
"You..." he stammered, taking an involuntary step back. "This is impossible."
I smiled coldly. "Surprised to see me breathing? Your hitman sends his regards."
The color drained from his face as he realized I knew everything. His eyes darted around the conference lobby, checking who might be within earshot.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he hissed, attempting to regain his composure.
Without warning, I stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. The sharp crack echoed through the hall, drawing gasps from nearby attendees. Desmond's hand flew to his reddening cheek, his eyes wide with shock and rage.
"That's just a small down payment," I said quietly. "We'll settle the rest of your debt later."
