Valerie didn't outright refuse: "You can have as much as you want, as long as you get the job done."
"That's more like it."
Olivia's face changed as quickly as a June sky, suddenly becoming seductive. She picked up a glass from the table, filled it with red wine, and handed it to Valerie.
"Come, have a drink, here's to our pleasant cooperation."
Valerie took the glass and downed it in one gulp.
The faintly sour taste of the wine was mixed with the flavor of iron rust.
It was spiked with blood.
She walked out of the camp and got into the hover car.
The agent who'd been sticking by Valerie's side suddenly spoke up to question her
"The company never mentioned giving this group of Wanderers extra pay; it's not within your jurisdiction."
Valerie side-eyed the Special Operations Division agent, her contemptuous gaze like she was looking at a bothersome fly
