Everyone present understood what the service entailed—reapplying makeup to the deceased before cremation, allowing them to depart the world with dignity. This service was offered at other crematoriums as well.
However, the people in front of Vincent clearly were not staff from this crematorium. The thick calluses on their hands, where they were supposed to grip guns, were proof enough of that.
“Not needed. Fuck off!” Vincent replied, his voice as cold as ice.
Katelyn’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile as she muttered, “Are they here to put makeup on the body or to confirm my ‘death’?” Their intentions were hardly difficult to guess.
The one who had spoken on behalf of the group was about to argue when Samuel stepped forward, his presence imposing as he said, “If you don’t leave now, I’ll be forced to take action, and believe me, you don’t want that.”
“We’re just here to help the deceased depart with dignity. No need to be so hostile,” one of the group members countered.
It seemed the group was starting to back off, but Katelyn felt something was off. They couldn’t give up that easily. Failing their mission meant severe consequences when they returned to the organization. They knew how brutal the organization’s methods were.
Samuel, still cold, continued, “Miss Bailey’s appearance has already been taken care of by a professional makeup artist. I suggest you leave before you invoke Mr. Adams’ wrath.”
He then took out a bank card from his pocket and placed it into the palm of the speaker. The move was clearly an attempt at bribery.
The group’s initial skepticism melted away when they saw the bank card.
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“Mr. Adams loved Miss Bailey very much,” Samuel added. “He doesn’t want anyone else to touch her body.”
This explanation seemed to satisfy the group, and some of them nodded in agreement. “Alright, since Mr. Adams has taken care of everything, we won’t interfere any further. Please accept our condolences.” With that, they turned and began to leave. They appeared content with the resolution.
The fact that the bribe had come indirectly from Vincent made it clear to them that it was a significant amount. Rather than risk their lives on a failed mission, they decided to take the money and move on.
No one would know if they kept their mouths shut. Even the T Organization wouldn’t find out. After all, Katelyn was dead. Taking the money wouldn’t change that.
Vincent watched as the group retreated, a mix of cold satisfaction and caution in his eyes.
Katelyn, observing through the surveillance footage, saw the greedy expressions on their faces. A sarcastic smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
It seemed the people from the T Organization weren’t as loyal as they appeared. In the face of profit, their mission had become secondary. It seemed that the only thing they truly sought was a high reward.
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