I widen my eyes at her.
Ten million dollars?
What the actual f**k?
“Yeah. Ten million dollars.”
“Oh my God! Someone’s life is in danger and you know that Quinn. Why don’t you stop Ben from doing it?”
“I can’t. It’s his hustle. It’s like telling you to quit being a therapist.”
“But mine is a legal job.” I try to reason with her.
“I can’t stop him swiry. It’s his work. He gets paid a lot for that.” She says as the elevator glides to a stop.
“Did he tell you who he should get rid of?”
“Nope. He said it will be good if I don’t know. I don’t know who his targets are.” She says walking to a brand new mustang. “Come on! Let’s use my car. You need to drive. It’s awesome.”
“This is beginning to scare me.”
“It shouldn’t.” she looks at her phone and dials his number again. “This asshole is
