Olivia knew exactly what it meant, and that was exactly why her whole body was shaking, not only her hands but her arms, her legs, even her breathing became uneven.
She had heard about it before, from the streets, from people who shared stories about James and how he liked to flip a coin, how he would let that small, simple object decide the fate of those who stood in his way, as if their lives meant nothing. They said he treated it like a game, that he enjoyed it, that he found some kind of pleasure in leaving everything to chance, and Olivia had listened to those stories many times.
But she had never truly believed them.
It never made sense to her. A man like James, someone young yet so powerful, someone with influence, with control, with people under him who would do anything he said, why would he rely on something like this?
Why would he enjoy flipping a coin and letting it decide something so serious, something so final? What kind of mind wuld find enjoyment in that?
