So everybody was ready… or well, at least Ramirez thought that everybody was ready to make the deal, to count the profit, the loss, the minimum and maximum, as five hours had already passed since they arrived at the house… but there was nothing close to it as he stepped into the house.
No, it was the straight opposite of it actually.
"Sleeping?" Ramirez's voice came as he was kinda confused about what was happening, as James was snoring like a fucking tiger was let free in the house, while on the other side Charlotte was happily painting the walls of the living room pink and green, even getting it onto some of the fine marbles, and Hector himself was playing some game on his phone.
Like… it seemed a bit chill to him, and what made it more absurd to him was that he just saw Bella mopping up the foyer… it all was like if he was hallucinating, or he was drugged up or something.
