The couple boarded the private jet that night and traveled to Dexter's property; this time, they didn't visit the warehouse, but instead went to his paint house. A cliffside paint house, painted fully with white paint, a neat compound, and it was oddly vacant tonight.
Were they walking into a trap? The couple thought to themselves as the jet landed on Dexter's rooftop. He stood by the edge staring down the cliff, he didn't turn around even when the couple's jet landed.
"Dexter". She yelled amidst the helicopter sound, and he turned around smiling. Although his smile didn't look very victorious, it looked rather sad.
"What took you so long to get here?". He's focusnnow on them. The helicopter blades had stopped turning, so it was much quieter.
"You played me. You played us. The Nasima syndicates, Arsenic, they all worked for you. It was all just a waste of time. You had my ledgers all this while, and you still do". Zyra spoke upset, they were standing meters away from each other.
