Mateo.
“Answer my question. What is her name? I have no ill will toward her.”
“I am not afraid of you, sir, and I will not let you off the hook if you harm her,” he warns.
What a jerk! Is he insane and nuts?
“Mary is her name. According to how you describe her. She’s one of us. Mary works here.”
Mary? Her name is really beautiful. That’s the name of my mate. I finally know what her name is.
“Yes. I believe, is her. Where has she gone?” I ask. “Can you call her for me?”
“Oh. I don’t think she is available,” Davis responds.
“And why is she not available?” I inquire, growing impatient. “Where is she?”
“I’m truly sorry, sir. She doesn’t attend to customers in private,” he says. “That’s not part of her job.”
“Then tell me, Davis, what job is she doing here?” I ask. “Tell me.”
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