THE VODKA BOTTLE

Maria stared at her phone for a long minute before picking it up.

“So, what have you decided?”.

She hissed at the text message.

She normally went solo but she screwed up and they were angry.

You messed up, again.

The sentence rang in her head.

FLASHBACK

Maria looked at her watch.

3:58am.

“Where could this fucker be?”, she asked herself. She stood outside the hotel building hoping he or she would step out. She wasn’t given a room number after all.

3:59am.

She hesitated.

“Should I step in or wait here?”, she sighed and rubbed her eyes.

She couldn’t text the sender back because it was from an anonymous source with a “no reply” setting.

“Miss, this way”, she heard a voice from behind.

She jumped and turned around.

A tall man with a scarred face was in her view.

“You scared the shit out of me”, she cursed.

Her eyes flew to her wrist.

4:00am.

The fucker was right on time.

“My boss is ready to see you now”, the man ignored her words.

“You