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HECTOR

"And what's that supposed to mean? It's beyond outrageous! It's hilarious that you don't concur. I don't expect otherwise, you only enjoy the resources whenever and however, and do not bother about how it's been gotten or how much is left of it.”

"Nonsense! Perhaps your head is the best ransom after all.” She spills before pressing her lips together to keep it shut.

From the look of things, her convinced tone, and the expression on her face, it means there's an iota of truth underneath and there may be something she's keeping to herself. Then she straightens to gain composure, not meeting my eyes.

My expression freezes, as though I was stabbed by her words. I flip the paper to study the content keenly, smelling something fishy and determined to pinpoint it.

“Pardon? Kindly repeat.” I finally found my words, and each utterance is a struggle.

Unexpectedly, as if to cover her tracks, she keeps mute and turns to walk away without leaving any response that may be a hint at her s