"Change of plans, Miss Wilson. You said, you want your original pay, didn't you?" Mr. Atticus asked me as as he barged inside my cabin, making me furrow my brows in confusion. What was he talking about?
"Yeah but what changes in plan? Which plan, Sir?" I asked him and a menacing grin formed on his face, making me shake my head at whatever he had in his mind. I knew he was going to make me do something really really bad. I can sense it already with his smile.
"You won't be recording Mr. Ryder and my conversation now, Miss Wilson. You'll be sneaking in his bar and pretend to be one of the drug dealers and get me the status of the bar. I have my doubts on him, he is breaking his part of the deal." Mr. Atticus said bitterly and I scrunched my brows further in confusion.
"Which deal?"
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