"Hello, Donna..." Mario greets her, his head tilted as he keeps his eyes on her.
"How... how long have you been standing there...?" Donna questions him, shaking her head slightly as she glances over at the entrance of the club and trying to figure out how the hell he got in here.
"Long enough..." Mario answers her and she gulps subtly, realising that he saw what happened between her and the new worker, Tamara. Now the only question is, why is she so nervous about him having witnessed that...
"Who even let you come in... the guards-" Donna Aleia is about to protest but Mario steps forward, walking around her as he keeps his hands in his pockets.
"The guards seemed a little preoccupied... I didn't want to bother them so I just let myself through." Mario answers the Donna, his eyes glanci
