Nimfa’s face went pale. Her hands trembled as she began to pace. “We’re dead." Panic crept into her voice. “He’s going to kill us, Ares. You’ve crossed him too many times.”
“Stop it,” I snapped harshly, turning on her. “Panicking won’t help.”
She kept pacing as her voice rose with fear. “You don’t understand! He doesn’t just kill his enemies, he wipes them out! You promised him the plutonium, and now—”
My patience snapped. I struck her across the face. And the sound of it echoed in the small room. Nimfa stumbled back, clutching her cheek in shock. It wasn’t the first time I had hit her, but it still caught her off guard.
“Get a grip,” I growled. “I don’t need your hysterics right now. We’ll handle this. I have a plan.”
Nimfa blinked, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn’t say a word. She knew better than to argue when I was like this. I turned away from her, pacing the room. My mind was working furiously. The investor was a problem, sure. But I wasn’t out of options yet.