"Stay for a minute more." Tequila cooed as Storm was about to exit the bed.
"Why?" He smirked.
"I hate you." She laughed.
"Why are you up already anyways?"
"I have to address the hostages, they're getting pool privileges today."
" Oh okay, I really hope we aren't making a mistake though. "
" I hope so too."
" See you in a bit? "
" Sure." She yawned going back to sleep while he shut the door behind him, before trudging the corridor and descending the stairs.
“Okay guys, We lost ingrid and Morgan. Boss still wants us to continue on the plan despite my opinions, he’s not listening to the reasons I gave as regards why it’s too much of a risk to continue.” Rita Campbell said to Watson Perez, and Howard Gonzalez.“Why does he still want us to keep pulling through?”“Watson, daily the company increases in worth, as we spent, It’s net worth is nineteen billion dollars and if we’re able to pull through with the plan and sell it, we stand to get approximately nine billion.” Howard elucidated.“Okay, so what do we do now?”“As opposed to the boss orders we bolt!” Rita suggested
“Okay guys, We lost ingrid and Morgan. Boss still wants us to continue on the plan despite my opinions, he’s not listening to the reasons I gave as regards why it’s too much of a risk to continue.” Rita Campbell said to Watson Perez, and Howard Gonzalez.“Why does he still want us to keep pulling through?”“Watson, daily the company increases in worth, as we spent, It’s net worth is nineteen billion dollars and if we’re able to pull through with the plan and sell it, we stand to get approximately nine billion.” Howard elucidated.“Okay, so what do we do now?”“As opposed to the boss orders we bolt!” Rita suggested“But for how long?”“A short while.”“Soon, the families of these people would start involving the police and we’d be suspects, the company sale would further dampen our chances, so laying low for a while would do us good.”“Al
Tequila's eyes darted open at the days of sunlight filtering through the open blinds. She stretched out an arm across the bed searching for storm but her hand came back empty.He wasn't in bed. Her phone pinged, it was Renata, again."City, I'm pregnant." The text read and Tequila's eyes flew open as she abruptly sat up against the headboard, all traces of sleepiness leaving her. She texted back."How?""When?""By who?""Wtf Renata?!" She texted her, all at once.Renata seemed to be typing for a long time so she opted for a call instead.
"Let's head over to ours." She suggested to Storm as they sat on the terrace of the hotel, enjoying the view."Let's go." He harried out, excitedly."What's got you so excited?""Nothing." His smile only seemed to widen." Alright..." She raised a teasing brow."C'mon let's get going." He gently pulled her up from the comfortable couch so they could pack up." You're way too eager, it invites me." She laughed."Don't stress about it." He assured them and they were all packed up in a few minutes.
"Is that Maeve?" Tequila's jaw dropped as she saw the sexy lady trailing after a couple who held hands."This wasn't the plan." Storm's jaw dropped and they hurried towards her."Mae." They whisper yelled."Boss. Teq."She glanced at them both before focusing an attention on the couple about to exit the pank."Perfect." Maeve whispered."Guys, parking lot in about ten seconds. " Sh
"So next up on our list, we have Morris Edwards." Storm said to the team. "Portfolio? " Jack said out loud. Morris Edwards, 41, three-time rehab patient, one manslaughter on his record, current location is Jersey, 732-000-0001. "He's been to rehab three times?" Maeve had a confused expression on her face. "You're focusing on the wrong shit man, he has manslaughter on his record amongst other things." Maureen had a teasing look on her face. "Wild." Raymond commented. "Wild?" Bryan mocked. "We're breaking him out of a com
"Boss, I think something happened." Sal and Maureen approached Storm with frightened looks on her face. She met them looking up at the screen. Her fears, coming to life. "Boss?" She hesitated while Teq looked up at her as they all sat in the living room. "Boss, it was an accident!" "Who dropped it?" He looked ticked off. "I did..." Maureen looked agitated. "It was me." Sal spoke up and Storm let out a devilish, angry smirk as he arose from the couch. "I said who dropped the damn phone?!" He booked and Maureen flinched, she'd never seen him angry.
Maeve stormed towards Bryan, pure fury in eyes. "What's up?" He smiled up at her and instantly she sent a slap his way. "What the actual hell?" He stood up from the swivel chair. "Tell me!" She yelled at him. "Tell you what?!" He yelled back. "You and Flores are a thing?!" She screamed at him. "Hush!" He immediately tried to get her to quiet down. "Don't tell me to hush." She threw his fingers off her skin like they burnt her. "Mae."