Chapter FIve: The Devil

"But who the hell do you think you are?" I finally reacted and took the cigarette from him, throwing it on the floor. I twist my heel over the butt and disintegrate it.

I'm sure my face right now is a poem. I was torn between kissing him or slamming the door in his face. His arrogant and confident attitude makes me fall into his net. I know it, and he knows it, as he smiles cheekily at me. He thinks they have laundry for me or maybe all the money is for me.

He has no fucking idea who he's talking to.

"I have come to seek your services, of course." "The calm with which you say it impresses me." He leans against the wall and looks at me.

His breath hits my nostrils; I can see the scent of whiskey right away.

For the first time I feel self”conscious. It's like their eyes can see right through me.

His damn calm bothers me. It is not exactly a question of asking me the time. If I have learned something over the years, it is that asking for