The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 66

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**

**Chapter 66**

**Gemma**

With my arms crossed tightly against my chest, I fix a steely glare on Reyna, my heart racing with a mix of defiance and frustration.

When I hesitate to comply with her demand, she leans in closer, her tone dripping with menace. “You heard me, inventory girl. You’re too stupid to do anything else. Go. Get. Coffee.”

I can feel the heat rising within me, and I shoot back, “Get your own damn coffee.” With a deliberate motion, I shoulder past her, making a show of directing my gaze toward the large screen displaying the plane schematics.

It might strike some as surprising that the mafia employs a cadre of engineers, but that’s just the way of the Blackwell family. They don’t do things halfway; they go all in.

And that’s precisely why they wield such immense power.

“Besides, Reyna, am I really the stupid one here? Because I’m standing in a room filled with supposed geniuses, and none of you seem to recognize the solution that’s glaring right in front of you.”

I can sense the tension in the air, thick and palpable, as the clock ticks away the seconds—11:40.

Reyna’s expression shifts, her lips curling back to reveal teeth that resemble the fangs of a predator. In that moment, I catch a glimpse of her true self—the angry, entitled woman beneath the polished exterior. Leaning in closer, she lowers her voice to a dangerous whisper, “Watch yourself, freak.”

With a calmness that surprises even me, I place my hand on her shoulder and gently push her back. “Look at the screen,” I insist, pointing emphatically. “You’re trying to figure out a less obvious way to incorporate hidden compartments for smuggling, right?”

She doesn’t respond, merely glaring at me with a ferocity that could ignite flames.

I can hear the engineers murmuring amongst themselves, their curiosity piqued.

“What the hell is this woman doing?” one whispers.

“Doesn’t she know who she’s messing with? Reyna is Mr. Blackwell’s girlfriend!” another chimes in.

“Girlfriend? I thought she was his fiancée,” someone else adds.

“Stupid inventory girl. She’s going to regret her insolence!”

I choose to ignore their chatter, stepping confidently toward the screen. “Look here and here,” I say, thrusting my finger at the schematics. “You could easily install false panels that appear permanent but can be popped open to store merchandise.”

As my words hang in the air, silence envelops the room. I continue, “You can also utilize the seats themselves. Have people on the other side sew items into them. We can use seam rippers to delicately remove the stitching on this end and retrieve the goods.”

I cast a glance at Reyna and the engineers. Reyna stammers, “N-no, none of that will work…”

But the engineers begin to huddle together, whispering excitedly as they lean over a paper version of the schematic spread out before them. They start sketching and jotting down notes, their enthusiasm palpable.

Turning to face Reyna directly, I raise an eyebrow, the corners of my mouth lifting in a knowing smirk. “Looks like it will work. Who’s the stupid one now?”

Her lip curls in disgust, and I can see the hatred simmering in her eyes. A shiver of old fear runs down my spine, and I fight the urge to recoil.

She has hurt me before, but I refuse to back down now.

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