Ashley Smith's smile faded, replaced by a look of deep sorrow as she said, “I never told you, but my youngest son has leukemia. Whether VogueWorks wants this shipment or not, I need you to take it and pay us for it. You may not have pressed heavy charges against Joshua Smith, but he did hurt someone, and he won’t be getting out anytime soon. My son can’t afford to miss a single round of chemotherapy, and the workers haven’t been paid for three months. I’m sorry, but I have no other choice.”
Jennifer Sullivan sensed someone behind her but didn’t have time to react before a cloth soaked in a strong chemical was pressed over her mouth. She struggled to break free, but her strength failed her, and soon, everything went black.
When she came to, her head was pounding.
*Damn it!* Jennifer curs
