Boss, Ex?He was the first thing Bien saw as he came up the escalator of the third floor of Virra Mall.
The man was about a five-three to Bien’s six-foot frame. His extremely short hair was unevenly cut, his dark eyes watchful, darting back and forth even as they focused on Bien.
He sidled up to Bien, a big smile on his pockmarked face. “Boss, ex?” he asked.
The modus operandi was that the buyer would follow the hawker to some back room in the mall where he would get to pick from a wide range of X-rated, and sometimes illegal, films. Years ago, Bien would have followed the man to check out his wares, but he had outgrown that sort of entertainment during college. He walked past the man and into the nearest tunnel of shops.
He had been told that the mall hadn’t changed much since its reno
