The next day, inside a coffee shop, Jessa sat with a woman sitting opposite to her. They each had a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of them. None of them spoke for a while until Jessa cleared her throat and decided to break the ice.
"So that's him. I want to know every dirt on him," Jessa uttered, looking at the photo placed on the table beside the other woman's cup of coffee.
The woman smirked and cocked a brow. "What could this hottie have done to incur your anger?" She picked up a strand of her blonde hair and twirled it around her finger.
"Cut it, Bern," Jessa said with irritation. "Just get me enough dirt to destroy him. Nothing more."
"Now I am even more interested, Jes. Who is he?" Bernice pressed only to receive a glare from Jessa, but she didn't stop and kept on pressing.
"Do your assignment right, and you'll know who he is in no time," Jessa uttered and stood up. "Fine him, Bern."
