Donald!!!

"How could you make such a mistake?" Alex Waynee's voice barely above Whispers.

His eyes glinted in anger and frustration.

"I'm very sorry, young master."

"John Paul is fixing it as we speak, sooner than later the sender's name will be hashed…she won't be able to trace the transaction to me." His voice was laced with the perceived likelihood of achieving the task at hand.

"And what if John Paul doesn't wipe off the data before she sees it? Alex Waynee asked, his face etched with anxiety.

"Don't worry, he will fix it before you even say jack." His voice is a bit hoarse as he waves off his hand as a sign to Alex Waynee to chill out.

"Jack."

"Has he fixed it already?" Alex Waynee's voice laced with sarcasm as he plopped into his seat.

The rooftop of Savannah's palace had become their favorite spot for their rendezvous.

The sun was just setting, casting a fiery cascade of warm hue across the sprawling city below.

As the skyline morphed into a canvas of amber and crimson, the tension on t