Monica leaned in slightly, her smile widening, but there was an underlying edge to it now. "Oh, you know. People like Albert... they don't always deal with things the way others might expect. He's got his ways, and they don't always follow the rules. So, if things don't go his way, he might look for ways to make you feel... the consequences."
Cynthia couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine. She had known Albert was dangerous, cold, and calculating—but to hear Monica speak so openly about how he might use her as a pawn, or worse, send his vengeance her way, left her feeling uneasy.
"You're not serious, right?" Cynthia tried to dismiss it, though the tightness in her chest betrayed her.
Monica shrugged, her eyes still twinkling with that unsettling mix of mischief and something darker. "Well, like I said... he's got his ways. And you might not want to be the one caught in his crosshairs. But then again, maybe you like living dangerously, huh?"
