Emilia’s lips were stretched out in a thin smile, as she sat next to Henry, on the front seat of the Maserati that he drove down the fourteenth street in Brooklyn and many did eye down the car.
Some in envy and some in disgust, wondering why would anyone bring such a classic and expensive car down such a shabby little road.
Emilia couldn’t help but smile to her own self.
It wasn’t because she was sitting in an expensive car – well slightly happy because of that as well but her major root of happiness was the fact that she was finally on a mission with Henry.
He had finally allowed her to work with him on the Diverso case but there was one in condition and it was that she wouldn’t do anything on her own.
She was to not to go solo on the mission at all and everything that she was to do,
