10:40 p.m. Trina wrote:
He’s got enough shit on enough people in Bridgetown to get you in and out. It’ll be fine.
10:40 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
I said no.
10:41 p.m. Trina wrote:
What I mean is, he’s got enough shit on us. It isn’t a choice.
10:41 p.m. Trina wrote:
You want this company to fail? After all we’ve been through?
10:42 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
I’m out. I’m finished with Twin Star.
10:43 p.m. Trina wrote:
Then do it for me. For us and the ten years we’ve spent building this company. You owe it to us.
Message exchange between Nicky-Rose Dearing and Trina Neale on June 5, 2024:
1:02 p.m. Trina wrote:
Ricardo says she’s been listed as missing at sea. All good.
1:46 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
Can’t move T. Can’t get out of bed.
1:46 p.m. Trina wrote:
You’re in bed?
1:50 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
Scared what I might do. Going to the QE hospital now. Please keep an eye on the house. Spare key under the angel statue by the front door.
1:54 p.m. Trina wrote:
You mean you’re leaving me with Guerro still breathing down my neck and red bills dropping through the door while you go on a retreat?
5:53 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
My name is Dr. Fernando Estevez, I’m leading the team treating Nicky-Rose. We need details of her health plan, please.
6:02 p.m. Trina wrote:
Really behind with the payments.
6:19 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
Is there a Twin Star company health plan for Nicky-Rose Dearing?
6:25 p.m. Trina wrote: