"I would do anything to take back the bad things that happened to Sheila," Charlotte whimpered. "I swear that I would. She has always been a very good friend to me. I wish things turned out different."
"But they didn't ," Chloe frowned. "You can leave my office now, Mrs. Reeves, I believe we've said enough to each other for a whole lifetime in less than an hour."
"I have a proposition for you Chloe," Charlotte said. "I want us to make a deal of some sort."
"I don't think you get me Charlotte Reeves," Chloe laughed. "I need absolutely nothing from you. We can not have a deal of any form. You are practically useless to me."
"You have been trying to get a Collab with Deschamps?" Charlotte asked, pointing at the letter on the table. "My eyes scanned through a bit and I picked out some of the first lines."
"How dare you read a confidential letter?" Chloe bared her teeth in anger.
