The warehouse had a trace of molds and rust as it stood by the seaside along with other identical buildings. The inner was occupied by several corners along with few rooms for operation.
The impatience made Patricia hear the faint movement of the sea on the side despite the rigid tap of her heels on the car floor, her head getting some glimpse of the dark entrance of the warehouse from time to time. It was already half an hour when Talia left her in the car along with her so-called ‘butler’ while the other person which was Wilma didn’t even lift a finger on the old sofa near the entrance, a sofa that was out of place but became useful to those men who would guard the place for leisure.
Patricia ignored Wilma’s presence since the man seemed to be asleep on his position, covering his fac
