She was sincerely apologetic, her kind eyes begging for understanding. If only for that, Joseph yielded to the old lady’s request to sit down.
“Thank you,” she visibly sighed a breath of relief. Without much ado, she said, “I need you to steal from Sebastian Bene.”
Startled, Joseph blurted out, “The Colombian billionaire?” He recalled to mind what he’d read about him. Sebastian was revered in his country as a self-made billionaire, even as rumors of drug dealings and human trafficking clouded his seemingly perfect reputation. “The one who keeps his most prized possessions in his super yacht?”
“The one and only. I need you to retrieve a rare and never before discovered Rizal bust that he now keeps in there,” the old lady continued.
Without batting an eyelash, he asked, “Is it yours?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me, ma’am. I only steal what’s been taken from rightful owners.” He made to leave.
Her bony hand clasped his wrist in a surprisingly tight grip. “Joseph.” He was surprised to find her eyes were teary. “What if the rightful owner…is the entire Filipino nation?”