Loisa checked in, and the metallic door opened with a loud roaring sound. She was carrying two huge money bags, her heels clicking on the solid ground.
"Where is Dwayne?" she asked the filthy-looking men who had been ogling her curvaceous body since the moment she entered the room. Even with her age, she was gorgeous and attractive. Her tight-fitting red dress intensified her s*x appeal.
"The boss is busy. What do you want?" replied the man in his booming voice.
"I am Miss Loisa. Don't you know who I am?"
The man's arrogant expression changed into surprise. "Of course, I-I do," he replied, stammering as she sent him her famous death glare.
"Go get Dwayne. I don't like waiting."
"R-right away, Miss Loisa."
"Pathetic," she said as she impatiently strolled around the expensive-looking
