Chapter 97 Helping The Enemy

• There was an unpleasant atmosphere in the firm. The orchestra of clicking keyboards and humming printers did little to distract me from the watchful eyes that lurked all around. I hadn’t had a moment of peace since my name came to be associated with Timothy’s.
• I sat at my desk, poring over a stack of legal documents, my fingers tapping nervously on the keyboard. I was still waiting for Bruce to send over the location, and just the suspense was tying my stomach into knots.
• He was expecting my body as compensation this time, and while I didn’t intend on letting him get that far, the threat was still there.