“Linda?” Marvin read the girl’s name off the business card, casting her a cold glance.
The girl quickly nodded and bowed, smiling. “Yes, it’s me, in the flesh!”
Still talking slick when she’s in such deep trouble? Was she raised in a den of rogues?
Marvin frowned but didn’t engage her further. Instead, he tucked her business card into his pocket.
The elevator reached their floor.
“Get out. Walk ahead,” Marvin ordered, pushing the girl out of the elevator, treating her like a criminal being escorted.
When they arrived at his apartment door, Marvin scanned his fingerprint to unlock it and gave her a push. She stumbled inside.
He shut the door and locked it.
She didn’t scream. Instead, she stood still, turning around with a pitiful look on her face. Submissively, she said, “Young Mast
