THE GIRL WHO LOVES SUNSET
Ava also attempted to cook with Christie, which was a disaster at first; however, they managed to prepare a somewhat tasty meal that day.
Meanwhile, across the city, Serena sat in her darkened apartment. The blinds were drawn, and the only light came from her laptop screen. She clicked through messages until she found what she had been waiting for: a contact who specialized in removing obstacles.
She hesitated only a moment before typing.
I have a target. I want it gone. Can you do it?
Seconds later, a reply popped up.
Yes. Give me details.
Serena’s lips curved into a thin, satisfied smile. She typed back, careful, precise.