|Tamara|
Not a minute into my walk, I stopped by a slightly ajar room. Even with the small crevice, I can hear the conversation going on inside.
And no doubt, one of the voices involved belonged to Laura.
I approached the door more closely and took a peek inside. I saw her sitting, one leg over the over. She was talking to an old man in a black tuxedo, probably in his fifties.
“You still haven’t lost your touch, Laura. I’m impressed. ”The man said as he took the contents inside Laura’s bag that was now sitting on the table between the two of them.
My eyes widened at the heap of money the bag contained. It was so much that the old man even managed to stack it on his desk. Laura, on the other hand, was busy looking at her nails while chewing gum.
“Just save your
