Nina stood beside you with a bagel in one hand.
“He looks stressed,” she said.
“He should.”
Alejandro called your phone.
You did not answer.
Then your buzzer rang.
Nina raised her eyebrows.
“You want me to bark?”
“No.”
“You sure? I can do a very convincing unstable neighbor.”
You almost smiled.
The buzzer rang again.
You walked to the intercom and pressed the button.
“Yes?”
Alejandro’s voice came through, rougher than usual.
“Sofia. Please let me up.”
“No.”
A pause.
“I need to speak with you.”
“You can email.”
“I have emailed. You’re not responding.”
“That was intentional.”
“Sofia.”
Hearing him say your name like that almost reached you.
Almost.
Alejandro Lujan was not an easy man to ignore. At forty-two, he had built Lujan Entertainment Group from a boutique talent management agency into a global machine representing musicians, actors, influencers, athletes, and celebrity brands. He could charm investors, intimidate executives, and turn unknown artists into household names.
