Chapter Forty Seven

Riley and Emma met up at a low class restaurant downtown as usual. Riley made sure that this time around, nobody will be able to trace her to the restaurant, or to Emma. She had fired her manager the moment she landed back in New York;

the stupid girl had been visiting every beach and chasing after young hairy boys without shirts on instead of doing her job, and employed someone else. She made sure she went for someone who is as eager to get a job done as he is to getting paid. It was he who found out the local restaurant for her, and she was grateful that she would be paying for whatever they would have in cash, instead of card payment.

Emma strolled in just five minutes after Riley settled in at a booth reserved for them in the hidden corner of the place, and she sighed in relief, thankful that she did not have to wait for hours for Emma to show up. Emma did not bother herself much in the area of disguise like Riley, but of course, the bitch rarely cared about what most people think