The car door slammed shut.
Julian finished his cigarette, turned the steering wheel, and drove back. He even bought some medicine for swelling and pain relief, which was probably the first time he'd taken the initiative to treat a woman like this, especially one who didn't appreciate it.
The stairs were narrow and steep, the light was broken, and there were no windows, making it necessary to be careful even during the day.
Julian's footsteps were light, but before he reached the top, a voice drifted down from above.
It was Vanessa.
"I've been held up with some things these past few days, but I'll wire you the money in a few days," she said, her voice careful and almost pleading.
Julian clenched the medicine in his hand, watching the figure on the stairs. Vanessa stood there, looking
