Neilson’s POV:
He laughs, “Quoted by Alice Lee.”
I shrug, “Who else.”
Randy grip the folder, “Take care of her, Yi. She needs you more than you think.”
I’m the one who needs her.
“I will,” I said before leaving the restaurant.
I hate to admit it, but the kid is growing on me.
Shit.
Outside, the rain didn’t light up; it only seemed heavier. A man stood there underneath a black umbrella with a cleaned black suit and sunglasses. He steps towards me and pulls out a folder. “Mr.Kuznetsov told me to give this to you, as payment,” he said
I stared at the folder than grabbed it, feeling the papers inside, ones which determined my future.
“Mr.Kuznetsov also would like to thank you for a job well done, and if you are willing, he would like to cooperate in the future,” the man said.
