Masked Lady (1)

“Ready?” Darren asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. He had a remote in his hands that would turn on the camera and microphone that he had already set up.

I nodded, a little nervous, but ready to start. I was standing off to the side, ready to walk over when Darren was ready.

He leaned forward, clicking the mouse a few times until a screen appeared with not just a single man, but several men watching. I counted six, but there could have been more since the screen was dark. They were in white robes, many with masks covering the bottom parts of their faces.

“Hello, Mr. Smith,” Darren, pushed two buttons on the remote and the red lights clicked on. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. I would just like to start by thanking you for the confirmation of payment. As always, you are most gracious.”

“As are you, my friend,” a man leaned forward, smoking a thick cigar. He had a thick beard and a heavy accent. The thick gold rings on his fingers and the way he presented himself, even in this cir