Nyla POV
"Argh argh," David's voice stopped me from touching the money.
I shot him a deadly glare, impatient to stay here one more time. I need this to be snappy.
"We still have to wait for one more person to come."
"One more person, who and why?" I asked quickly, my mind beginning to kick against the idea of coming here in the first place. Must it always turn out to be bad?
"You don't have to panic, relax. It is safe just that Mia demanded a record should be made so it could be documented. So we have to wait for him to come."
I felt a bit relieved but not convinced, but I had no choice. I sat on the couch for about 3 minutes before a man in a black tailored suit walked in, he had a black shade on and his face was mean. I hadn't seen him before, which made me not to panic more.
"Sorry, I'm late," he apologizes, bringing out his tools. I can't tell if this was a bad idea, but from the reason he gave it, it sounds weird, but I have no choice.