He was standing a step away—tall, terrifying, perfect… a killer.
— We have specially trained girls—I’m not one of them, — I stepped back.
— Perhaps you have other, the right qualities I need, — a cold voice said. — Or we both made a mistake…
— Where did I make a mistake?
— You picked the wrong client.
— I don’t pick clients! — I exclaimed. My nerves were failing, and the hope of getting out alive was fading.
— Why were you flirting? — he slowly moved closer.
— I don’t know, — I shrugged, — I was foolish…
It became clear that no one was coming for me.
— So you’ll have to pay for your stupidity…