“Roy?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Have you heard anything concerning Person B moving?”
“No, not really. I thought they didn’t do any real work”
“That’s a little insulting. Everyone does real work around here”
“...sure….”
Louis downed her last glass of cocktail and gave it to Roy. She moved around, targeting one executive in particular. He was possibly the one she hated the most since he was too despicable. It was the Executive who handled the human trafficking route; Executive Quinn.
He was a tall middle-aged man who looked like nothing special. He lived a normal life too; he had two children and a wife who knew nothing of his real profession. He was also the type of man who sold his other children when he was tired of his old ‘normal’ family.
“Executive Marshal, what a pleasant surprise. A dr
