Mr. Benjamin got into his car and was taken aback when he saw Heather sitting in the passenger seat, her legs crossed and a menacing look in her eyes. He was shocked, his mind racing with questions.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.
Heather raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across her face. "You don't remember me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mr. Benjamin's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. "Look, I don't know who you are, but if you're here for money..." He trailed off, opening a bag and handing her an envelope. "Here, take it. Now, can you please leave? And this better not happen again!" he yelled out of his car to his workers.
Heather took the envelope, her eyes never leaving his face. She stared at it for a moment before slapping hi
