Eyes are everywhere . . .
Look at the recently toppled powerbrokers in Hollywood, Washington, and Silicon Valley. Eyes somewhere saw their stupidity. From eyes to mouth to headlines.
When iconic Silicon Valley CEO Michael Romanov discovers his cheating wife flirting in public with an obvious loser, he tears her apart. But he slices and dices her with such civility none of the coffee drinkers notice. They’re too in awe of the legend’s presence.
One busybody, though, picks up immediately on his controlled fury. Sly as a fox, she begins to share her observations of his wife’s past trysts. She can’t believe that the “older gentleman” so often with AnnaSophia isn’t her husband.
The more the witness divulges, the more she proclaims her discretion. Ready to explode, Michael sets a trap she walks into. That trap will render her permanently discreet.
Three children. An ailing father. No work history for the past fifteen years. No friends. No money. Despair keeps AnnaSophia shackled to a charismatic wolf in designer clothing. She has no hope to escape his hold. In a divorce, he’ll take the kids and let her father die. Every day, she lives in dread of igniting Michael’s short fuse. When he shows up at the coffee shop, she fears for her yoga instructor’s life as well as for her own.
His revenge is surprisingly mild. Then, she learns of the murder of the girl in the coffee shop . . .