ALINA
"Mr. Veleches. We finally met." Greg said.
The chair created a dragging sound when Benjamin tottered backward. It only meant he knew the face of the hired killer. In Greg's job, clients' information was classified.
"You... died. I know...know you died!" he stuttered, eyes looking around and back at Greg again, as if it could change the reality that he was now facing the man he hired to get rid of Andrea.
"You are right. We died...in your mind." His voice was low but menacing. "Andrea has a message though..." he took a step closer, and another step. Each time he stepped closer, Benjamin backed away, trying to grab anything behind him.
"You don't know me!" He gulped down. "I don't care about the message. You can both rot in hell—" he was cut off by Greg's punishing blow. I gasp
