Marden put out his cigar, his fingers returning to tapping on the table. He had long exhausted his patience, but for some reason, he was still waiting around. For her.
She had said she’d be back to hear his answer in one week. Today marked the seventh day of their first meeting, and he had expected her to show up bright and early in the morning, just as sure she’d close the deal as she was that day. He wanted to shake her confidence, so he had slept in and got to the brothel around noon, only to be told she hadn’t come. Slightly irritated, he had filled his time with drinking and s*x, but his mind was too preoccupied and he failed to enjoy either.
He even went as far as checking the ledgers again, only to be reminded how close to bankruptcy they were. They barely had ten customers on a g
