Cassandra crossed her arms. “Two million? Please. My life’s worth way more than that! Who do you think you are, coming in here trying to mess with us? Tell me—who sent you? Was it Fiona?”
The woman in the hat just stared at her, silent.
She’d shown up ready to throw accusations, but honestly, were these two for real?
Finally, the woman in the hat couldn’t help herself; her lips curled in a half-smirk. “You think her life’s only worth two million?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cassandra shot back. “I’m the only child in my family. All the family wealth’s coming to me. You think everything we have is just two million? Seriously? Have you even seen how the world works?” Her voice was rising, and her composure was shot.
Getting mocked by Fiona was bad enough, but now some random woman hiding behind a hat was trying to tear her down? No way was she going to stand for that.
Cassandra glared, her tone icy. “Go tell your boss we’re done. If we keep working with you, my whole family’s at risk—and I’m not about to let that happen.”
Tammie jumped in, furious. “My daughter’s life is priceless! Who do you think you are, talking like that? Your boss sent you to negotiate? You must’ve left your brains at home!”
Cassandra and Tammie looked ready to go down fighting, both of them staring the hat woman down like she was the enemy in some wild standoff.
Suddenly, the door to the fried chicken shop swung open with a bang.
“Now this is what I call drama!” Josefina sauntered in, clapping with delight.
Everyone froze, hands still half-raised, the tension snapping as they all let go at once.
The hat woman spotted Josefina, and panic flashed across her face. She skittered for the back exit like she thought she could outrun the chaos. But Josefina barely blinked—she flicked her foot, sending a bottle of hot sauce spinning through the air. It hit the hat woman right in a pressure point. She stiffened, then crumpled, completely immobilized.
Josefina clapped her hands, grinning. “Aunt Tammie, I didn’t know you had it in you! Who would’ve thought a lady like you could throw down like that?”
Tammie flushed red, suddenly bashful and looking anywhere but at Josefina.
Cassandra glanced from the collapsed hat woman to Josefina, who looked incredibly pleased with herself.
Figures. There’s always a bigger shark in the water.
Anyone who tried to outplay Josefina was bound to lose. Who wouldn’t be intimidated by her?
The hat woman managed to croak, “Let me go.”



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