>>10608287Just then a well dressed man with dark hair approaches, holding an envelope. The Irishman reaches for his waist, gripping a gun. "There's no need for that, friend," says the dark haired man. "I'm here from the WWA." He hands the envelope to the Irishman. "See that your boss gets that, won't you?"
Without another word he takes his leave, while the Irishman looks the envelope over. Connor catches a glimpse of the words WWA AUDIT written on it. "This here is bad news," mutters the Irishman. He suddenly pushes the envelope into Connor's hands. "You take it to her."
"Me?" Connor exclaims. "Why me? The WWA guy gave it to you."
"Just shut up and do yer job," snaps the Irishman, gripping the gun on his waist once again.
Connor sighs. He'd heard about the WWA audit. A lot of talent have already been released as a result of it. If Cassie were to be next, there's no telling how she'd react to the news. But one thing is certain, he'll be the one there to suffer the brunt of her reaction. A lump forms in Connor's throat and his heart rate quickens. He could be moments away from mortal danger.
