Earlier that morning…
Lola idled in the walk-in closet while everyone else was busy. Standing before one of the wardrobes, she flipped through the soft copies of Amala's reports. Her lips curved down; it was clear she wasn't pleased with what she had found.
Thinking about last night, she let out a deep exhale.
***
A little flashback to the night before…
"I lied to get paid, but I didn't lie about the runaway you're looking for! Please don't kill me. I really am innocent!"
Lola paused, staring at the pathetic Hudson, who had his head turned and eyes squeezed shut. She studied his face, her own eyes trembling with thought.
Slowly, Hudson opened his eyes and peeked at her. "Please… please…" His whole body shuddered as his legs grew damp with his own urine. "Don't kill me."
