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It was about what Vos expected. Not what she could’ve predicted, but it was about what she expected.

Men like the Senior didn’t work in the flesh; they sat behind big monitors and orchestrated operations. They were cowards, but most criminals who didn’t enjoy being the muscle were on some level. Vos didn’t like face-to-face and her endeavors with her father made sure that all of the social parts of the business went through him. Well, until recent events had Vos looking over her shoulder every city block. Her father had operated out of the Midwest, so the new scenery was comforting enough, but in the biz you were never too comfortable. People who got comfortable got [i]got[/i], as her father used to say. Always keep an ear open and trust no one; respect and trust were not exclusive in their line of work.

For the time being she opted at staying quiet, not wanting to interject. There was a lot of mystery surrounding their “boss” and the fact he had pulled from exclusively female clientele to make his team was interesting enough. Vos wasn’t sure if it was a fetish or they were the most efficient options out there that’d listen to such a ridiculous mission statement. Had the young woman not been too desperate herself she may not have listened.
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