[b]Harrison[/b]

[i]That bitch won't get away with his...[/i] Harrison hung up the phone, his right hand still clutching the pen that hovered about half an inch right above the "Sign Here" statement on the document. Searching through his long contact list, Harrison scrolled down until he found the name he was looking for.

"Samuel!" he said after the voice on the other end greeting him. "It's Harry, how's it going? Hey, listen, can you meet me at the tavern tonight? There's been a change of plans." The man on the other end confirmed, a tad of urgency in his voice which was easily picked up by Harrison. Both men avoided any small talk and said their goodbyes, Harrison hanging up the phone with a little smirk on his face.

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[b]Jennifer[/b]

[i]7724[/i]

It was a miracle that Jennifer remembered her PIN number without having to look at her phone. The ATM menu took her through a series of options from her to choose from before she was even able to pick an amount to withdraw. Jennifer found it all to be rather pointless, but if she wanted to get her cash, she'd have to play their game. "No, I don't want a goddamn receipt," she said to herself, pressing the Enter button on the keypad before the machine dispensed her money. "Finally..." She grabbed the five $20 bills that were neatly stacked on the tray and walked away counting them to check she hadn't been played. Once her money was safely put away away in her purse, Jennifer proceeded to the nearest busy intersection to hail a cab. She didn't want to talk to anyone else, and she definitely didn't want to be walking around with cash in hand. Everyone already thought she was a hooker, and the faster she could get home to take a shower and put some decent clothes on, the better she'd feel.