Chapter 962

Robert leaned back in his chair, smirking a little. He wasn't even sure what he was hoping for—just had this weird urge to see her again. "Get me a high-end hamburger," he sent Vilma a transfer—ten grand. Vilma blew up his phone with a chain of excited emojis. She moved like lightning, faster than any speedy delivery—barely took half an hour before she was already outside Kahn Group. … "Hey there, do you have an appointment?" The security guard stopped her at the door. Vilma held up the hamburger. "I'm here with a delivery." "Sorry, no entry without an appointment. Just leave it in the food locker," the guard said, waving her off. "It's for your boss—he ordered it himself," she started pulling out her phone to text Robert. Then Rachel walked in from behind. "It's for Robert? Just hand it to me, I'll take it up." Vilma turned to look at her and instantly backed away like she'd seen a ghost. Carl had told her straight up that Rachel was bad news—dangerous enough to bite, basically. Rache