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“Do you have any dreams?” You feel like this is an appropriate final question now that the other conversation has died down.
“Me? Dreams? None that I can think of.” Vera is thrown into a loop by your question, despite answering without issues. “I didn’t think I would reach 20, I didn’t bother dreaming.”
“Not even one thing?” You can’t believe it.
Vera pulls a face. “And you?”
“Nothing either.” You don’t know what to do with your life.
“I figured.” Vera doesn’t mind. “It’d be nice if we had something.”
“Eh, let’s reach 20 first, then reassess.” You shrug.
“That will do. We could do better though. C’mon, get creative!” Vera demands a lot of you.
“Well then, huh, this is the first time I’ve asked this, but, uh, do you wanna go on a date after we’re done with all of this?” You valiantly propose with no hope for her actually accepting.
“S-S-Sure!!!” Vera blurts out like she is about to miss out on a deal of a lifetime. “W-Why not? I-It’s going to make us look forward to the future. Right? Right. Right…? Right!!!”
“Cool.” You faintly smile. Who are you kidding? You’re flabbergasted in a good way! Pleasantly surprised! You can’t look at each other in the face. Point is, you’re ha—
Someone violently bursts into the office! It’s Mama Bodil, and she kicks the door closed out of habit. You witnessed it all through the window to the mini-office space you’re in. The mafia leader welcomes herself back to this room.
“Everything is in order for what’s next, kids.” Mama Bodil doesn’t sound pleased about the situation. “Quick lowdown, one of my cowardly men quit on me because he couldn’t stand the idea that I wasn’t tricking you into doing my bidding. Pathetic, I know.” The mafia woman sighs. “On the positive side of business, we heard from the cousin that Ayde keeps the leverage as I presumed, either in his house or his political party’s headquarters. Ayde wants a briefing on how things are going here in this office since his brat cousin would rather not speak with him. The Bray brat wants us to delay it and lay low until we sort out the mess, in his mind, we all look bad if his cousin finds out. He has no clue that you’re here.”
“Where is this traitor?” Vera doesn’t want loose threads lying around.
“Locked in the basement. I’ll set him free in due time.” Bodil cracks her knuckles. Somehow, you almost forgot she’s a criminal. “Kids, the harsh reality is that me and my men are not the sly and crafty type. We’re muscle. Brutes. I don’t see a way we can get our hands on this evidence in an elegant manner — so I’m listening to ideas.”
