"Go against the Montclair, it's going to cost you... A.A.M." Mila threw a pillow up and caught it, then threw it up again, chanting the message she had read earlier.
After the unfortunate disaster that had occurred in the living room, causing the tech guy to leave with only half of his money as he hadn't completed his task and was clumsy, Mila felt bad, but not that it bothered her. She had returned to her room with what she had found out.
The message.
It sounded like a threat, a warning, and advice all at the same time. The message sounded like the sender wanted Mila to read it rather than the shaman. And the initial she had seen wasn't helpful at all.
Mila had her mind roaming on who exactly had sent the text; obviously, it was a Montclair. Whoever had done it was trying to cover something from getting out, and it was obvious.
