GoodReadHeather had no idea what the outside world looked like now. The more she did not know, the more her panic spiraled. She felt utterly powerless, unable to do anything.
During the flight, there was a rough patch that had Heather, who was blindfolded, convinced they were about to throw her out of the plane.
"I need to see Everett. | have something urgent to discuss with him!" It was her last card to play. If she did not, who knew if she would even make it off this plane alive? But Heather's plea did not seem to catch anyone's attention.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe flight attendants, acting as her escorts, thought she had lost her marbles.
The Lopez family's golden boy, Everett? He was not someone one could just summon. They had no clue who to contact, even if they wanted to convey her message.
"You tell Everett | have information about Dorothy! And | need to tell him face to face!" Heather always knew how to play her cards right.
Just shouting for Everett would not bring him to her, but if it was about Dorothy, she was sure it would get his attention.
Dorothy was oblivious to Heather's predicament.
Her mind was occupied with Byte 7, hoping to secure the restored flash drive before Everett caught wind of the truth.
If the Lopez family had intercepted her before that, all her efforts would have been for naught.
Taking advantage of Everett being tied up with corporate affairs, Dorothy snuck to a secluded bench behind the hospital to call Byte 7.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe did not have much hope he would answer; the guy was an enigma with a notoriously quirky personality.
To her surprise, after just two rings, he picked up.
"What's up?" His voice was as indifferent and impatient as usual, clearly recognizing the caller.
Dorothy did not beat around the bush. "How's the flash drive recovery going? You said a month..." "Almost done." Byte 7 was terse, answering her question before adding, "Have you prepared the rest of the payment?" "Yeah." Dorothy gripped her phone, constantly scanning her surroundings in case Everett showed up. "You send me the video of the flash drive recovery, and I'll transfer the money to you." Byte 7 chuckled softly on the other end.
"Are you sure you don't want to be my girlfriend for a week?" "I have the final payment ready.” "Just a week, seven days." Byte 7 did not care for her response, sticking to his script. "I won't do anything to you." Dorothy frowned.
The last thing she wanted to do was negotiate terms of affection with Byte 7.
"Our initial deal was that if | could not pay, I'd agree to be your girlfriend for a week. But now, | have the money!" "So typical of Everett's girl, looking down on me, right?" Speechless, Dorothy wanted to lash out, but she could not afford to antagonize Byte 7 at this moment. "I just hope you'll honor the spirit of our agreement.” Byte 7 laughed again, his voice deepening, losing the carefree tone of youth. "I've already checked your account; | know you've gathered the final payment.” "Then why ask?" "If I can get into your account, | can freeze or transfer that money, preventing you from making the payment.” Dorothy's hand clenched into a fist. "What do you really want?" "I want to date you."
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