With each step she took across the street, Mia gently adjusted the strands of hair that had fallen over her face.
Her eyes were hidden behind stylish shades, and soon she slipped into the backseat of a waiting car.
As she settled in, her gaze was immediately drawn forward, where she observed a man elegantly dressed in a tuxedo paired with attire reminiscent of a marching band.
"Ma'am," the man declared.
"What exactly did you mention during our phone conversation? Did you really go ahead and act without taking my choices into account?"
"I found myself unable to devise any other course of action, ma'am," replied the baldheaded man's attorney.
"And why is that the case? Did you suddenly muster the courage to act on your own accord?" Mia questioned, her tone unmistakably conveying her irritation.
"Ma'am, if I hadn't immediately done exactly what they demanded, they would have grown suspicious of my actions."
