"Steff, get my phone," Dorothy asked her assistant.
"Which phone, ma'am?"
"The one I hid in the black folder," she asked.
Dorothy still looked fragile, her face was deathly pale, and she still felt the discomfort in her chest. But there were some things she couldn't just leave behind. There were things she had to take care of. So if she suddenly died, the things she had been fighting for would not have ended in vain.
And the things that mattered most to her would never be taken away.
Her beloved son that loved her would always be with her through thick and thin.
Stefanny handed her the black silicon-clad cell phone, "thank you."
Dorothy opened a few files as well as some incoming emails. She was sure the private detective she had hired had gotten accurate results on something she
