Mike had been racking his brain to find the right guy for the job. It wasn't easy.

Even though Quincy was all tied up, the sheer size of the man was something she could feel. And even if she couldn't, what if?

The tasks assigned by Mr. Thompson had to be carried out to the best of Mike's abilities.

Once the guy took the cash and left with a big grin on his face, Mike glanced towards the motel room door before calling over two ladies.

"Go inside, don't wake her. Just tidy up a bit."

"Got it."

With that, Mike also left the motel.

He had been standing guard outside the room just in case, listening to the muffled sounds from within. It had been... somewhat unsettling.

Now, he needed to get some contracts sorted to ease his mind a bit.

Once in the car, Mike sent a text to Everett's number, updating him on the progress.

Mr. Thompson, everything is going according to plan. No issues.

Everett finally replied

the master bedroom

but Dorothy had no energy left to care. Everett, fascinated as if he

see how

Dorothy mustered her strength to sit up, frustrated, and gave him a kick on the shin. He didn't seem annoyed, continuing to fiddle with the

interesting...

Without Dorothy, he had no interest

her, she was

into the bathroom, hoping to avoid

"No!"

I promise, at most three more

swung open, and

and the day after, and

was just thinking of adding

it, thanks, Mr.

like negotiations were off the table

hurry. There was plenty of time

shower, drying her hair, when something

walking into a

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