She nodded with moderate enthusiasm. Well, having something to do is better than nothing, right? “I’ll be happy to help.”

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The door suddenly scratched open, a loud shriek reverberated in the hall. Someone mumbled their compliant.

The agile woman bounced off where she was sitting and stood with back against the filthy wall, like a panther, wounded but capable, ready to attack.

“Thanks, Ms. Ferrer.” A voice with british accent said.

Another woman replied, “Just say your hello.”

“Sure, just saying hello.” And it revealed a tall woman in orange jumper. “Woah, easy there, tiger.” She had dark hair and piercing emerald eyes, a strange smile plastered across her exotically attractive face. She strode over gingerly, but overpoweringly. “Name’s Helena Peabody,”

“Judging by that accent, you’re the billionaire who stole from a con woman,” She tilted her head, the words were truthful but not hurtful, “good for you.”

“Keeping up with the news I see.” Helena was amused by this daunting woman. She searched in the big brown eyes for a glimmer of fear, but unsuccessfully so.

The other woman shifted her weight on her feet, and evaluated the situation. “Well, it isn’t exactly news, is it?” She actually had heard of this Helena Peabody, beside her reputation as a troublesome heiress of a major consortium, she also had a love/hate relationship with the infamous gambler/risk-taker Catherine Rothberg. Catherine had been a friend and beneficiary of the casino, which laundered money for Jorge, so she was a friend of Jorge by default. The connection bolted in her head as she visibly tensed.

“So what’s your name?”

“Mary freaking Poppins.” She sneered.

“Ha, you’re funny.” Helena let out a genuine laughter. “Really, just tell me your name.”

“Why waste your time here? I’m a nobody.”

Clicking her tongue, the Brit wandered to sit next on the small bunk, “I don’t think so. This is a correctional facility. But you’re not convicted, are you? They’re holding you in max solitary waiting trial coz jail cells aren’t exactly a safe bet.”

Brown eyes squinted to observe the woman articulate her logic.

“Hmm, so you pissed off some major players, didn’t you?” Helena gave her a cunning grin. “From what I heard, you haven’t been playing nice with those Mexican boys and Irish boys.”