"Let him go. Whoever contacted him will likely do so again," Debra said, turning to Robert. "You're still in touch, right? Next time they reach out, I want to know the time and place of your meeting. If it's online, I want a recording. Any objections?"
Robert glanced up at Debra, realizing that she intended to use him as bait. She was smart enough to figure out their contact mode.
"Alright, I'll do it, but I have one condition."
"You have no leverage here. Your lives are in my hands."
Debra never went easy on her enemies. If she did, it was only because they were still useful.
Robert struggled to his feet and knelt before her. "Mrs. Houston, please grant my wish. In return, I'll do anything for you."
The room fell silent. Everyone was stunned.
The scene reminded Debra of her capture by Drake. He had asked her if she wanted dignity or life. She had chosen dignity.
But later, she realized that for people like Drake and Robert, dignity was a luxury. They only sought it when survival was guaranteed.
"I don't need your appreciation," Robert said, looking up at Debra. "This is my only request. If you agree, my life is yours."
Debra was unimpressed. "Your life means so little to you."
"Life is cheap," Robert said, bowing again.
Suddenly, another voice came. "Life is cheap, indeed."
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