THE IVORY BAR
Seth sat at the corner of the bar, gripping his beer and watching the door like a hawk. Every time it swung open, he jerked his head up, only to look away with a sigh of frustration. He had been waiting for almost an hour now.
"Is she keeping me waiting on purpose or what?" Seth was running out of patience.
This wasn’t like him—waiting around anxiously—but then, Bridget was no ordinary person in his life. She was a loose end, a potential liability he could no longer afford. But on the other hand, she could be very useful if she cooperates.
After waiting for a few more minutes, Bridget finally arrived. She stepped into the bar casually and glanced around, locking eyes with Seth as a smirk played across her lips.
"Wow," she remarked, raising an eyebrow as she approache
