Eighty Five

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Friday; Prison.

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"Why are you here?" Mark asked folding his arms on his chest, staring at Abigail with disdain.

"To come see you of course, and cheer you on. I heard you would be taking to court on Tuesday." Abigail replied with a smirk, sitting down opposite him in the visiting room.

"Yeah, and who's fault is that! We had a deal Abigail, but you chose to backstab me on the back. Just know whenever I do get out of here, you would be a dead meat." Mark banged his hand on the table between them, his eyes dead serious. But that did not scare Abigail one bit.

"How about you deal with your lawsuit first, before worrying about how to kill me." Abigail states leaning back on her chair, a smirk dancing on her lips.

"Why are you here? To gloat?"

"Nope, I was curious about something but now that I see you, I don't feel like quenching my curiosity anymore." Abigail shrugged her shoulders.

"What do you mean? Curious about what?" Mark frowned.

Abiga