The spring breeze blew on a rather warm night in Washington DC, and the Mercedes parked in front of one of the estates that belonged to house Robinson. The driver got out to open the door for a woman who wore a black Burberry trench coat over a black Polo dress.
"…Wait here, contact my lawyer if I don't come out in the next hour or so…"
The driver felt a chill in his spine as he nodded, it wasn't like Mrs. Green at all to be afraid of anything, he wondered who she was meeting at this hour of the night that she could possibly find intimidating enough and capable enough of posing a threat to her life.
'She must be meeting with Lucifer,' was what the driver thought while staring at her retreating figure.
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