Curious to where someone is coming from, Joyce stepped closer to the door. She was maybe 2 to 3 steps away from it when the door opened and a bag was thrown out, making her halt in her steps immediately.
The door closed but she remained frozen on the spot in case it opened again and someone stepped out.
Now her curiosity increased even more. The bag was in front of her and the door was closed. By the muffled voices that she could hear, no one's voice came out anytime soon and even if they did, she could hide in the bathroom again.
Since Joyce knew her father was an organised crime, she was expected to be full with cash or organs of someone. She shook her head and cursed herself in her mind. What the hell? That was sick and she should definitely discontinue watching crime solving series.
Swallowing Down her fear, Joyce moved forward and with shaking fingers touched the bag. She slowly unzipped it before speaking inside by lifting up a small part of the cover.
Money.
