OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Bridget sat in her parked car with Jeff, watching as Laura stepped out of the black car with an air of confidence that made Bridget’s blood boil.
It was unexpected. She clenched her fists, her lips curling in annoyance.
"What the hell is that lowlife doing, stepping out of a private ride?" she muttered under her breath out of surprise. She had expected Laura to drop from a taxi or staff bus.
Jeff remained silent, sensing it was better to let her vent than to respond.
Bridget’s eyes flicked to him, her voice sharp. "That’s Laura Howard—the good-for-nothing you were supposed to finish off. But instead, your useless boys shot the wrong person."
She pointed a manicured finger at Laura, who walked into the building not knowing she was being watched. "Now look
