Juan looked at the man before him with curious eyes. He didn't know what to say; he knew damn well that Tabitha was young, only a few years or even a year older than he was. However, regarding how big her organization was, then she was surely not a child, but the derogatory tone in his voice made Juan wonder if he was talking about her age or her work. He was confused, but he also realized that if he was even talking about either, it meant that he was bigger than her. Surely, he had maybe a decade on her, but regarding her work, well, Juan could say that he didn't know anything about Carlos. He had never heard of Ferreras. So he could tell that this man was more talk than action because if he really was what he seemed, what he was about to claim to be, then he should be a big deal, one that had been heard about far and wide. But there was none. Juan didn't know, never heard of him, and wasn't even remotely interested. "I don't know what you're talking about," Juan said. He said t
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