PERFECT HEIR

After less than an hour of driving, Mort arrives at the well-known CION brothel. His strides were big as he sauntered towards the exclusive black elevator. He boarded inside and it takes him to the Underground Zero of the brothel.

When the elevator ting open, the dim place where numbers of men in black lined up in the hallway opened up to him. Heads respectfully bowed to him as he walked the red-carpeted marble floor.

Scarlet lights lit the place. Magnificent abstract, dark and disturbing art could be seen hanging on the wall. The long hallway covered in red carpet denotes stratospheric status, style, and opulence. The place was frozen cold like it was the first gate of Hell, abode of the lost souls. The strange silence was also deafening and echoing around.

Mort headed straight to the VIP room where his men is waiting for his command. Klauss greeted him at the entrance and slightly bowed. The green-eyed hunk sat in a kingly posture in a throne-like chair next to the secretary standing