THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Tasha Wood’s car was parked at a safe distance as she watched Mrs Jackson walked out empty-handed, there was a smirk on her (Tasha’s) lips, which later wiped off and was replaced with a frown.

“She’s taking actions that would benefit her, then what about me? What’s gonna be my gain in our collaboration?” she wondered aloud.

Her eyes narrowed as she seemed to have come to a realization.

“I must do something for myself, I’ll be the one losing after everything, because it doesn’t look like she’s thinking about my interest in all this”

She reached for her phone and dialed a number, then waited for...