It was actually Marco who had sent the text early that morning, but Lyvana wasn't about to tell Victoria that.
Mr. Windsor's face hardened. He looked between the two women, the confusion evident on his face, but the sheer terror on his wife's face told him this wasn't a bluff.
"What are you two talking about?" he asked. "Who the hell is the Master."
"He is a dominant in an underground BDSM ring," Lyvana supplied smoothly. "A man who specializes in master-slave contracts for the city's elite. Your wife didn't just introduce Catalina to his circle, she actively encouraged her daughter to submit to him, using his twisted psychological conditioning to hide Catalina's behavioral problems."
The silence that followed in the office was absolute.
Mr. Windsor's eyes widened, and he looked completely shocked.
For a man who valued the Windsor family reputation above all else, the mere mention of such a depraved underworld was enough to make his blood boil.
