Inside the café was quiet, except for the low sound of conversation and clinking dishes that filled the background.
James and Alina sat in a booth tucked near the back, with coffee cooling between their hands.
Alina leaned in slightly, with her sharp eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation of the job's extra details, and she's expected to do.
"So, how do you want to do this?" She asked, after being unable to hold in her curiosity any longer.
James glanced around the café, then casually tapped the table twice with his finger.
"I want to hit them where it hurts the most," he said quietly.
"It's the McCullens. I want to destroy the last shred of whatever public image they still have left. Their reputation. Everything they've built..."
"...Wait a minute," Alina said, with a smile and piqued curiosity, stopping James from continuing.