She didn't realize—the more brazen she became, the deeper she dug her own grave.
I sneered and blocked her without hesitation.
The play was over. Time to close the net.
All the evidence would be packaged and sent straight to the lawyer, along with a single command. [Sue immediately. I want Hillary to rot in prison for the rest of her life.]
As for Tristan—he owed me far too much.
I would collect the debt of those unborn children, with interest.
Once on the plane, I powered off the SIM card with care.
The night outside the window stretched endlessly, and I whispered to myself, "The real show starts now."
