“Has he lost his mind?” Boston barked over the phone. “He has no idea what this plan could do to Bo if it went haywire. If this Jayzn guy is sick- then he wouldn’t even realize how badly he would hurt anyone who tries to challenge him.
“I know, Boston. Can you stop yelling at me?” Em groaned in frustration. “I tried to make him understand that this could go wrong and we would have to face the consequences. I don’t know how far I managed to convince him. But if you and Carl back me up and reject his idea, maybe he would drop this plan altogether.”
Boston hummed and replied, “I’ll talk to you later,” before disconnecting the call, without even telling her when he would call or what was he planning to do.
“Ok! But what’s the pla-” Em started to say, but the call was already disconnected.
