Rosetta’s jaw fell when she saw Sergei park the vehicle right in front of their house. Some of their neighbors were curious, peering at the sleek crossover. Some middle-aged women already gathered, asking each other who it was and what he was doing there.
“Who’s that?” her father asked curiously, moving to the doorway.
“Uh… a resort hotel’s client, Pa.”
“I think he’s the driver of some sort. You should meet his boss, Yuri, Pa. I think he’s cool!” Russel added.
Rosetta gave him a warning glare when their father stared at her. “Just when do you let your client come to our house? What business does he have with you, Rosetta? Don’t tell me—”
Her eyes went round. “Pa! Of course not! I’m not whoring! I do understand why other women do that kind of thing because they’re forced to; they have
