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He wasn’t that lucky.
“How did it go? Did she show up?” Mr. Edward asked.
“She did. I stalled just like we talked about.”
“I see. Good.” Something creaked in the background. “Bring her to me.”
Oliver’s body tensed. “Sorry?”
“Bring. Her. To. Me. She could be crucial in coming to an understanding with the Americans. Tell me when it’s done.”
The line clicked.
Oliver pulled the phone away from his face, gaping at the ended call screen.
The boss wanted him to magic a whole damn person to him? How the fuck was he going to do that?
He groaned and threw his phone onto the passenger seat. Dragging a hand over his face, he took a steadying breath and cursed his fate.
How the hell was he supposed to get to her?
The other woman with her shouldn’t be a problem. A bird-like that he could practically ignore. It was the two big, Black fellas that he was worried about. Were they her bodyguards or something? How the fuck was he going to get her alone?
It hit him a moment later.
He leaned forward and smacked his forehead on the steering wheel.
Of course!
If he told her he had the file already, she’d go wherever he told her. Alone. It was the perfect answer and so fucking obvious he should have thought about that first.
Oliver started the car. He needed to find just the right spot. It was late enough side streets like this were almost dead, which would work in his favor.
It took half an hour, but he found a place a few blocks away.
He parked down the street then sprinted the entire distance, his lungs and legs burning. As he reached the little courtyard area, he jabbed Jessica’s contact while bending forward breathing deep.
The line rang and rang.
Shit.
Would she not answer? Was she asleep?
“H-hello?” Jessica said.
“I’ve got it.”
“What? You do?”
“Yeah, but I’m fucked, man. Fucked. I’m handing this off to you now or not at all.”
“Uh, I can’t… Where are you?”
“Nowhere I want to be. Where are you?”
She was silent, no doubt hesitant to admit where she was staying. That much was smart.
“I swear to fucking God I’ll burn this to save my ass,” he said in a low voice.
“How did it go? Did she show up?” Mr. Edward asked.
“She did. I stalled just like we talked about.”
“I see. Good.” Something creaked in the background. “Bring her to me.”
Oliver’s body tensed. “Sorry?”
“Bring. Her. To. Me. She could be crucial in coming to an understanding with the Americans. Tell me when it’s done.”
The line clicked.
Oliver pulled the phone away from his face, gaping at the ended call screen.
The boss wanted him to magic a whole damn person to him? How the fuck was he going to do that?
He groaned and threw his phone onto the passenger seat. Dragging a hand over his face, he took a steadying breath and cursed his fate.
How the hell was he supposed to get to her?
The other woman with her shouldn’t be a problem. A bird-like that he could practically ignore. It was the two big, Black fellas that he was worried about. Were they her bodyguards or something? How the fuck was he going to get her alone?
It hit him a moment later.
He leaned forward and smacked his forehead on the steering wheel.
Of course!
If he told her he had the file already, she’d go wherever he told her. Alone. It was the perfect answer and so fucking obvious he should have thought about that first.
Oliver started the car. He needed to find just the right spot. It was late enough side streets like this were almost dead, which would work in his favor.
It took half an hour, but he found a place a few blocks away.
He parked down the street then sprinted the entire distance, his lungs and legs burning. As he reached the little courtyard area, he jabbed Jessica’s contact while bending forward breathing deep.
The line rang and rang.
Shit.
Would she not answer? Was she asleep?
“H-hello?” Jessica said.
“I’ve got it.”
“What? You do?”
“Yeah, but I’m fucked, man. Fucked. I’m handing this off to you now or not at all.”
“Uh, I can’t… Where are you?”
“Nowhere I want to be. Where are you?”
She was silent, no doubt hesitant to admit where she was staying. That much was smart.
“I swear to fucking God I’ll burn this to save my ass,” he said in a low voice.
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