Moira Shaw saw Ivy Holden's disbelieving expression and raised an eyebrow. "You don't believe I can take care of Sheldon Spencer?"
"I do," Ivy Holden replied, a smile still on her face. "Let's be frank. I heard you wanted to see me, so I did a little research on you. I know that with your capabilities, making Sheldon Spencer disappear would be as easy as lifting a finger. But I still can't accept your offer."
"Fine. So one Sheldon Spencer isn't worth as much as Chanel Morrison. What about adding Yvette Willow to the deal?" Moira Shaw said.
Ivy Holden looked at Moira Shaw. She had an air of casual indifference, her eyes completely calm. It was as if people like Sheldon Spencer and Yvette Willow were nothing more than chess pieces in her eyes, to be manipulated and discarded at will.
"I'm sorry, Miss Shaw. Although Yvette Willow is a formidable opponent for me, I still can't make that trade."
"And your reason?" Moira Shaw asked calmly.
