THE IVORY BAR
Bridget walked into Ivory Bar, her eyes scanning the room for Richard Johnson.
"Bridget," Richard said smoothly as she approached, gesturing for her to sit down. His eyes were cold as always. "I’m glad you could make it."
She slid into the seat across from him, placing her bag on the chair beside her. "You made it sound urgent."
"It is," Richard said, leaning back. "I need your help." He took a sip of his drink.
Bridget frowned. "With what exactly?"
Richard set his glass down, folding his hands in front of him. "I'm sure you already know the answer to that. I need your help to destroy Miguel."
Bridget blinked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. Destroy Miguel? What did that even mean right now?
"I thought... I thought you were just going after Oasis group," she s
