"Octavia, she left the hospital today—and she's not paralyzed. She's still okay."
"What? That's not supposed to happen. He assured you that she would be either dead or paralyzed, and now you're telling me that she's not even brain dead?"
"She didn't look like it. She's perfectly okay."
Octavia screamed. "Is there anything he can do perfectly? He can't even get rid of tabloids properly—and now this? He messed up! Each and Everytime, you ask him to do something,he doesn't do it properly. He always leaves gaps."
"He always messes everything up," She said, picking up items from the showroom.
"I think Travis is onto us," Victoria added, her voice laced with worry.
"I understand that he's crazy rich, but there's no way he's going to get any real information. We're safe. You have to quit worrying."
"Just be careful, Octavia. You may have to go off-grid, just in case anything happens."
