The café was quiet at this time of the hour with only three people sitting in different places sipping their coffee.
"That is going to cost you," said the man sitting opposite Maya. "She is a neotide and also works at The Silver House. If she is dead, the Company will open an investigation about her."
"So kill her and get rid of the body," said Maya bitterly. She would never tolerate that bitch. If Daryn wouldn't see Dawn, he would forget her and would turn all his focus on her. She was fixated on destroying Dawn. Her body was so tense that she was on the verge of springing. "Drug her, kill her, chop her limbs and then burn her," she said in a scathing tone, gripping the table's edge.
"What about the investigation?" he asked in a cold voice.
"I will take care of it," Maya spat. "You concentrate on your work."
He shrugged. "Okay, wire the money in my overseas account. This time it is going to cost you a million dollar."
