You’ll find that this deal is much less clandestine than Mr. Estes,” Amber said, picking her bag off the table and turning to him as she adjusted her glasses. I put it in the lining of a photo of me and my wife in my office.”
“And where is the photo now?”
“Still in my office, I assume,” Castor said. I think we’re done here.” She glanced up at a camera hanging in the corner. “You’ll receive the other half of your payment by midnight tonight. They’ve expressed an interest in filling the void left by your partner’s… ehm… demise.”
“Thanks,” Castor said, still not moving. They both gave her tight-lipped smiles and nods. “These are some of the slowest elevators I’ve ever been on,” the guard finally said. Almost fifteen minutes had passed before the door she’d walked through opened, and in walked a man who appeared to be in his early to mid-fifties. “You’re not asking for much.”
“It’s the payment Brantwood requires for their… generous offer,” Amber said.