-Dorian-
The woman sleeping on bed jolts awake and sits straight up before she removes the silky eye mask. She darts a daggering glance in my direction, breathing heavily with her chest up and down. Her face is twisted and her eyes ablaze with indignation, as each disturbance etched deeper lines of fury upon her brow.
“Dorian Harte!”She screams.
This is the first time Madame Pink called my full name and I can’t help but shiver at her high-pitched voice.
“My apology, ma’am.”I immediately stand up from the chair, bowing my head to her.
“What’s your f*****g problem? Or is there any problem with your f*****g?”She asks, sarcasm in tone.
“There is no problem, ma’am. I am here to make a deal.”I add. “A very important deal.”
Madame Pink glances at the clock on the door and squints her eyes,
