Amala's words played in Lola's sleep-deprived head even after the woman had gone. Seated behind the desk, Lola paused from reviewing documents as she thought of what Amala had said. It was true that Vito played a crucial role for Lola, for the company, and for her freedom.
It was Vito who brought her into his hellish little world, but the one who took away her freedom was not him. It was that world itself. And Vito, giving her a pass to return to normal life, was something she shouldn't thank him for — but he was a key person who made it achievable.
"In a way, what Amala said is true," she whispered. "No matter how much I hate to admit it."
Vito's life guaranteed her freedom. If the man dropped dead, Lola could only expect some people knocking on her doorstep, ready to blow her head off.
"Damn…" she hissed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I just realized Vito didn't just meet me for no reason. He's confirming my existence… and I just gave him proof and leverage."
