Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 113

And that was exactly June’s play.

She didn’t give a damn about her reputation

In a world where might makes right, gender is irrelevant. There are only the strong and the weak.

As long as she had the strength and the status to back it up, she could have a harem of three thousand men and people would just call her a boss. N would dare call her a slut.

That was the cold, hard reality of this world.

So, what did she have to fear?

She was clear–headed and knew exactly how the game was played. That realism was exactly why she was surviving–and thriving–better than any else in this apocalypse.

“If only I still had my storage space, June muttered. Looking at the mountain of supplies piled up in front of her, she finally felt a sense of security.

“With this haul, I’m set. I can actually live like a human being in this hellhole.” June did one final count, slammed the warehouse door shut, and lock tight. She turned and walked away, feeling damn good about herself.

She didn’t notice the janitor watching her from the shadows, though. He’d seen the whole thing.

aste a second. He ran straight to Winnie and spilled everything like it was the hottest gossip in town.

He didn’t wast

“I’m betting June’s entire stash is hidden in that little building, the janitor whispered, leaning in close to Winnie. “She won’t let anyone near the place She slips in by herself and doesn’t come out for hours.”

this–a

“And get morning?”

a while back, in the dead of night, you could hear construction noises coming from inside. Who the hell does renovations at two in th

Winnie played along. “Digging a cellar?”

“Bingo!” The janitor slapped her thigh, eyes wide with excitement. “That’s exactly what they were doing. They tried to keep it hush–hush, but I’m no blind. Every time I took out the trash, I’d see fresh soil in the bins–the deep, dark stuff from way underground.”

“They had excavators running for ten days straight. Just imagine–how big does a cellar have to be to take ten days to dig?”

Winnie felt a jolt of adrenaline. She hooked her arm through the woman’s, acting like they were best friends. “What about security?” she whispered. “Are there many people guarding the villa?”

“Oh, yeah. A dozen guys pulling shifts,” the janitor said. “They don’t let a soul get close. I tried to swing by a few times to offer help with the chores, b they chased me off every single time.”

‘Are those dozen guys Supers or Norms?” Winnie pressed.

“Norms! Supers are way too valuable these days,” the cleaner barked. “No one’s wasting a Super on door duty for the likes of her.

Once she had the intel she needed, Winnie hurried back and spilled everything to Josie,

“I see,” Josie smirked. “If June went through all that trouble to stock up for me, it’d be rude not to take it. I wouldn’t want to break her heart.”

“The rain’s gonna keep dumping for another two weeks anyway. I’m bored,” Josie said, sitting up with a sharp laugh. “Might as well pay her a visit and ‘catch up.

“Hey, Boss,” Winnie said with a suck–up grin. I’ve got an idea. Just a thought.”

Josie gave a noncommittal shrug. Let’s hear it.”

“June is a total cash cow,” Winnie said. “Why kill her when we can just keep milking her?” Winnie didn’t know their history, but she could tell Josie hater

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