Marden puffed a cloud of smoke before putting out his cigar and leaning back in his chair. For years he had hoped his business would take off and bring him some money to pay off his asshole of a father's debts, but now he kind of missed the times when he could laze about and fool around with the girls that had nothing to do. Still, this felt nice. Being successful tasted almost as good as Madam Lydia's food.
That reminded him… where was she? Was she even aware of what was happening in her own restaurant? What had happened to him? He got no reply to any of his messages and every time he approached one of the managers, they said she was fine and that they would let her know he wanted to speak with her.
He hadn't seen her since the Empress's birthday and she didn't look too well as she lef
