Nikola climbed out of the shower drying her black hair before shaking it dry and wrapping the towel around her scrawny tan body. The sound of a vehicle driving over the gravel of the house she was squating at filled her ears. The 17-year-old hurried and dressed in a black tanktop, white sports bra, blue camo men's boxers, and a pair of black MMA shorts before pulling her hair (which was mostly long bangs) back with a black hairtie. Nikola rushed down the stairs and into the main room where a man with sandy blond hair, dressed in a navy blue Armani suit standing in the middle of the nice rustic style kitchen that the family who lived here had decorated.
"Wisor," she greated, pulling a bag of M&Ms she'd stashed in the freezer and opening it with her teeth. "What's Moreau want this time?"
He handed her an enevlope, that looked very professional to be honest. On the front in neat cursive handwriting was her name, Nikola Hawkings. She slid her finger in the gap and ripped down the side before sliding the paper out and unfolding it. The teen scanned the page and her eyes grew wide at the names. Valda, Jake, Booth, Ford, Eurydice, and Lindsey. "He's gotta be going insane in that jail cell! James Sterling and the Leverage team? I couldn't even hack Sterling's company without nearly being caught! What makes him think I'll be able to screw both him and the fucking Leverage team over at the same time?" She yelled. "Even if I could no way I'm settling for 30 and a collage fund alone."
Wisor waitied until she had calmed down before speaking, "That was just his starting deal."
"130, and an eight year collage fund enough for board and the school," Nikola replied.
"120, a seven year collage fund, and your dad," Wisor retorted. Nikola stopped in her tracks, her mouth hanging open with another offer on the tip of her tongue. "Deal."
Wisor nodded, "All the info you need is on that paper. You'll have to do the rest of the work yourself."
The man walked out of the house, leaving Nikola to go back into the room she was using and call her 'friend'. "Celthe, I have another job."
