There were no such coincidences in the world; Callie had already made up her mind.
The scenery outside the window kept changing. “Where are we going now?”
“Skye has a meeting at Club Paradise today. We’re heading there now.” Cora glanced at Nelson’s face and noticed his gaze was fixed on Callie. “Mr. Oconnor, I have other matters to attend to. Do you think…”
Nelson had the driver stop the car. She got out and crossed the street to hail a cab, apparently heading in the opposite direction.
Once she left, Callie breathed a sigh of relief, a playful smile on her lips. “Cora really resembles you; I’m actually a bit afraid of her.”
Nelson twirled a lock of her hair between his fingers. “Do you want her to face jail time or get revenge? You decide.”
He was referring to the Skye incident. Callie leaned back in her seat and thought for a moment. “Will you fire her?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go for revenge.” She smiled wickedly. “After all, I’m not dead. Being fired from Oconnor Group will leave her with no place in the industry. That’s more devastating than a prison sentence.”
Nelson’s eyes lingered on her. “You’re quite adept at playing with people’s hearts.”
When they arrived at Club Paradise, his bodyguards were already stationed there, clearly prearranged. He pulled two of them aside and had the rest follow Callie.
He led her to a booth and sat for a while, leaning close to her ear. “Can you handle this yourself?”
Callie chuckled. “What, do you want to watch women fight?”
Nelson seemed uninterested and appeared to have other matters to attend to. He got up and left, heading to an upstairs private room.
Callie waited for quite some time before she saw Skye rush in with a bag, dressed provocatively. She headed straight for the booth. “Mr. Kaiser, I’m sorry I’m late…”
She looked up and, upon recognizing Callie, stepped back in fright. “You… Callie? What are you doing here?”
Callie waved her good hand and laughed softly. “You seem very disappointed to see me, Skye. Did you think I was dead?”
Skye turned pale. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Don’t know?” Callie raised her glass and walked over to her. “Then why are you so scared to see me?”
Already feeling guilty, Skye retreated under Callie’s imposing presence. “I’m just surprised. Didn’t you break a bone? What are you doing here?”
“Yes, I did.” She shook her arm in a sling and suddenly raised her voice. “I broke a bone, do you know that? I almost died! Skye! You were playing with my life!”
Callie’s voice was drowned out by the music, but Skye heard every word clearly. She was so frightened she leaned against the wall, her legs too weak to stand straight. “… What does this have to do with me? Don’t slander me!”
Callie then pulled out a stack of papers from her bag-phone records. “Do you see this clearly?”
Already feeling guilty, Skye became even more flustered seeing these records. “These aren’t mine! I never made those calls!”
Callie’s smile deepened. “I haven’t even said which call it was, and you’re already denying it.”
“None of them are mine! Stop slandering me!” Skye blurted out in panic.
“Oh? Then why don’t you show me your phone? Dare you?”
She became cautious and didn’t answer directly. “Why should I show it to you? Callie, stop imagining things. Just because you’re unlucky doesn’t mean you can blame others!”
With that, she pushed Callie away forcefully. “I’m going to report this to Mr. Oconnor! I want you fired!”