After getting Ms. Latam off the comm, DB thought about what his next move. His comm unit buzzed. Miz Johnson. Picture of a hot red-head was attached to the icon. He didn’t recognize the face, so he sent it to voice mail. He’d check it out later. If he had the time.
Leaning back in his leather chair, visions of how he’d spend his nuyen. A yacht.
The more he thought about it, the bigger the idea became. No, he wouldn’t buy himself a yacht, he’d have Ms. Latam do it for him.
“It won’t work you know.” It was her. Bunny Rogers. (Memory test threshold 3)
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That is evil..
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