Freira could not think of something to describe what she’s feeling as of the moment. It was a mixture of everything that’s dreadful and she could not bear to look at them all on the table while she’s dealing with her inner struggles.
Heartless, just cruel beings.
She shuts her eyes as she tries to regain her composure. Stanley has already warned her about it last night but she never thought the mission would come so soon.
It’s just too soon.
Counting one to ten, a small smile was forced on her lips as she opened her lids again, facing them with a feigned confidence and control.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “I am no longer a courtesan. You have said it yourself, Adam. Why would I go back to the brothel now?”
Adam shook his head but it was Clyde who answered before the man beside
