Chapter Thirty-seven
It was 8.30pm when I walked into a noisy Siren’s nightclub. The place was full of people, music, dancing and drinking. I looked up, and saw her standing there. Vanessa was in a dazzling, strapless black dress, looking out at the crowded mass of people in her nightclub. She was standing in her usual position, up on the mezzanine. I didn’t wait. I briskly climbed the stairs and met her on the top landing. She looked surprised.
“Hello, Jack. I was wondering when you’d be around. I’ve missed you, baby! I’ve been thinking a lot about you.”
I cut straight to the chase. “Hello, Vanessa. I see you’re back to normal. Can we talk in your office for a minute?” She noticed I wasn’t in a partying mood.
“Of course,” she said, as she turned and slinked her way towards her office.
