“WHAT a fiasco you made. You know Dad called me screaming on the phone. I can almost see his face contorting in rage from what you did.” Derek said gleefully over the phone as he sipped his drink by the pool surrounded by beautiful women in their tiny bikinis.

“Well, I’m just starting,” Latton replied while looking at the city lights outside the window.

“What are you planning next?” He inquired curiously.

She marched to the chair and sat down. “Can’t tell you yet.”

He laughs. “Oh, Latton! You're scary.” He mumbles.

She giggled and soon ended the call.

She walked to the table, opened the drawer, and took out...