<div class="floatright">(https://www.gannett-cdn.com/-mm-/eda0939bf9716bbdabc82a495264f5fe04a93ac1/c=0-82-877-575/local/-/media/2016/01/23/USATODAY/usatsports/olivia-wilde-22.jpg?width=3200&amp;height=1680&amp;fit=crop)</div><em><strong>Delayed one day per request. <br/>Arrive late afternoon day after tomorrow. <br/>The woman is suspicious.</strong></em><br/><br/>Olivia's phone hummed and her eyes descended to read the message.<br/><br/>Her lips curled into a smile, and a small scoff.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>"Of course she is."</em></span><br/><br/>Her thumbs spent a fraction of time gliding over the screen, and and a simple appreciative reply was given.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Thank you, Jekesai."</span><br/><br/>Olivia was keen on getting this over with. It was a nice scheme, for as long as it lasted, but it wasn't a place in the world she could imagine staying for long. Her big prey was on the line, and when you hunted big prey, you needed to use a big stick. She couldn't count on some small timer to act as her intermediary, not for this. Peter and Jaclyn needed the personal touch. Olivia was a salesperson like no other, and being on site just didn't seem optional.<br/><br/>She pauses... looking around.<br/><br/>It could be nice here, she supposes, if she got used to the place. Everything she was doing however, including where she stayed, was just a make shift arrangement. This was very short term. She had to be somewhere at a certain time, she had to be seen, she had to make an appearance, and in so doing, she would look to finish closing her trap. It had taken weeks of planning, months of conceptualizing... but it was all coming to fruition here.<br/><br/>That and... she was going to get to see Jaclyn again before another sunset. Go figure!