Without wasting another second, Abigail tossed the phone on the bed, grabbed her sunglasses, and reached for a face mask. Her face was bruised and puffy, and she didn't want to be seen like that not today.
She slipped on a jacket and quickly walked out of the house and entered her car.
Not long after she arrived in her location and came down, her legs moved quickly as she made her way toward the location her mind was replaying everything: her father's words, Oliver's warning, the threat looming over her family, and the plan she had once been so determined to execute. But it was over now. That plan had to be shut down. Permanently.
When she finally arrived, she entered the quiet building and walked straight to the back room. The same place where she had once come with ambition and spite. Now, she came with regret.
Inside the room sat the man. The one who had helped set up everything. He was in a chair, waiting for her. When he saw her walk in, he didn't smile.
