"So what makes you think you'll be getting any cut from this little... projct?" Bela's eyebrows rose.
"Because we have incentive," the male voice came down the line.
"Incentive hey? Sounds exciting. But we're playing the big boys' game now. So if you have nothing further to produce I'll be on my way- "
"We wouldn't want it getting out now, would we?"
Bela frowned.
"What?"
"What you did to get out of the deal, Abigail."
Bela's eyes widened.
"You?"
"Me."
"Who are you and what do you want?" Bela scowled.
"For now I want you to finish this job. Then we'll talk."
"I want to meet face to face."
"Sorry darling, not happening. Not right now at least."
Bela huffed.
"Fine. I'll call you when it's done."
She hung up.