Chapter 26

• *Andrea*
• I am standing in front of a table. Behind it is a man in his late fifties sitting behind a laptop with several files piled on the side. The broken bottle was very expensive. It costs over five thousand dollars. I'd have left the drink for Mr. Blonde if I had known it cost this much.
• “Is there any need to be here? She broke the bottle, so she should pay; why was I called in, too?” Mr. Blonde asked. I looked at him, scoffed, and crossed my hands. He didn't look pissed, he was calm.