"Oliver, I heard Sydney's in the hospital?" Josefina had just gotten the news.
Sydney was already laid up in a hospital bed, and Josefina hadn't even made her move. This reeked of Oliver's handiwork.
Who else could it be? Oliver was the only name that came to mind.
Oliver didn't even try to deny it. "Yeah, that was me. Made sure she'd be bedridden for a while, teach her not to stir up trouble."
That evening, Josefina had stepped outside to take a call, making sure Oliver couldn't overhear her conversation.
"How could you do that to Sydney?" she asked him.
"I heard she put a million-dollar bounty on your head and hired the top hitman around. I know this guy; he's ruthless and never leaves a job unfinished. He's all about the money and the thrill," Oliver explained.
Josefina was momentarily speechless.
Great, talking about her right in front of her.
Her brow furrowed before quickly relaxing. "Really? You can't always believe rumors."
"Josie, you don't know this hitman. That world is too dark for you to understand."
Little did he know, Josefina was more familiar with that world than he could ever imagine!
She kept quiet, not wanting to prolong the conversation.
Oliver, a man of the straight and narrow, what did he know about the underworld?
"Oliver, let's hang up. I'm tired and want to sleep," Josefina said, cutting the conversation short.
Oliver was puzzled, not understanding what he had said to upset her.
"Josie, are you mad at me?"
"I'm not mad, just tired. I want to sleep," she firmly ended the call.
Holding her phone, Josefina lay back on her cozy bed, diving back into her work emails.
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