Murphy's eyes gleamed.
A single Game Coin from the organization could be exchanged for over ten thousand US dollars in cash—laundered cash, at that.
Five coins meant an income of at least fifty thousand US dollars!
My luck is amazing today!
She hung up the phone. Whistling, Murphy prepared to head back to the café.
She had actually come today on official business; it was just a coincidence that she ran into Dean and thought of making some quick cash.
Murphy was still basking in the glow of her earnings. She hummed a cheerful tune as she pulled open the back door.
The next moment, the joy on Murphy's face froze.
In the alleyway behind the door, where she thought Dean had left, there he was, holding a crude radio and grinning at her. "Surprise!"
Surprise? This is what you fucking call a surprise?!
Just a moment ago, I was thinking about buying a few more handbags this month. The next, it was as if I'd plummeted into Hell, seeing Satan waving at me!
"Fuck!"
