VICTOR STAKOV

"I don't think our plan is going to work out, "Gabby got out as she strode toward my desk. "No, I know it is not going to," she said, stopping in front of me. She leaned toward me, her hands slamming down hard to get my attention. "Belshar is being very difficult"

I glanced up from the laptop in front of me and then flipped it close when she arched a brow.

Exhaling roughly, I inched close to her. "How many times are we going to go over this, Gabby"

"As many times as I meet up ...