Josefina and Oliver were cozied up in a corner booth at the local café, a shared dessert between them and two steaming cups of coffee.
Josefina took a bite of the dessert, savoring its sweetness. Oliver set his phone down and broke the silence. "Lena's out of the picture; the law will handle her. But that guy in the portrait? Still nothing on him."
"No news is good news," Josefina said, putting down her fork to sip her coffee.
"I'm beginning to think he's using some kind of high-end disguise to change his looks. That's why we can't track him," Oliver mused.
Josefina’s eyes lit up. "Makes perfect sense, Oliver. You're always so sharp."
Oliver chuckled. "Maybe you thought of it too, but just didn't say it."
He offered Josefina a slice of apple, perfectly cut, and she took a bite, finding it deliciously sweet. As they chatted and nibbled on the fruit, Grant’s call interrupted.
"Grant, if you’re hungry, just get room service. They'll bring it up," Josefina said, still at work.
"I'm not hungry, Josie. I just wanted to know when you're off so I can pick you up."
"No need, I’ll drive over. It’s easier," she replied.
Grant agreed and hung up. Josefina turned back to Oliver and noticed his dark expression.
"Oliver, are you okay? You don’t look so good," she asked with concern.
"I’m not okay, Josie. Grant’s coming to see you, and you didn’t tell me?"


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