So Vera Xavier whispered a few words into Jack Judd's ear. He grew visibly excited, his eyes shining. "We're experts at this, Boss. You can count on us!"
Vera Xavier looked at him and said, "Same rules as always. No killing. Otherwise, you have free rein."
"Don't worry, Boss," Jack Judd said excitedly. "We always remember: we're thugs with standards!"
Vera Xavier: "..."
'Of all the things I've told him, that's the one line he remembers perfectly.'
Jack Judd escorted her back to the city. To avoid raising suspicion, they parted ways early. She calmly slung her schoolbag over her shoulder and walked into the residential compound.
As Jack Judd watched her walk away, he clicked his tongue in admiration. TSK TSK. A young thug beside him asked, "What is it, Boss?"
Jack Judd smacked the thug on the head. "Don't call me Boss anymore. *She's* the Boss!"
"Then what do we call you?" the thug asked, clutching his head.
