Falling at Her Feet
Maybe, if I played my cards right, it could be my big break.
After getting ready, I grabbed my bag and headed out, planning to buy a new phone and meet with my client to go over the details.
What I didn't expect was to run into Zachary the moment I stepped into the café.
Out of instinct, my gaze flicked past him to the street outside—and that was when I saw it. A large, glowing "Massage Parlor" sign hung across the road.
Ah. So this was her place. I'd wandered right into her den without even realizing it.