NINETY-SIX

"Hello, Juan?" Gemma said over the phone, her breath ragged, as she hurriedly took out a huge bag, hoping she could use it to pack the cash

"My lovely Gemma, it's been a week and few…"

Gemma sighed, sitting on the closet floor, with the small brown bag in front of her, she held her hair backwards.

"I have the money," she said, interrupting him. The call was quiet for a while except Gemma's ragging breath that could be heard.

"You do?" He finally said in a disappointing tone,

"Yes I do, would you want me to bring it over to you? I could make transfers"

"Okay, make transfers" he replied immediately, Gemma gulped, she remained silent, did Juan really take her for a fool? She frowned.

"You have to delete the video first" she said, adjusting her sitting position and now sitting on her knees with her hands placed on them.

"Are you giving me conditions?" He chuckled, Gemma inhaled slowly, frustrated with his attitude.

"No, I am not…" she swallowed, biting her nails, Gemma crawled