Elizabeth
The club is quiet when I walk in, except for the clinking of spoons against ceramic in the eating section. The smell of coffee crawls up my nose as I walk further inside, flashing a smile to the man who raises his gaze from a newspaper to look at me.
“You're here early,” Mr. Smith says when I enter his office after a single knock.
“Of course,” I say, sitting down across from him. “I needed to be early for work.”
He leans back in his chair and smiles. He rarely ever smiles, so seeing him do it warms my heart.
“I take it you've accepted my offer,” he says.
I nod. “I have.”
I thought about it most of the night, weighing the pros and cons before deciding to accept it. If I leave my life as a call girl behind, maybe Mia won't ever find out about it, and if I accept the offer,
