VEILED

AT THE CLUB.

"Hello ma’am, do you know the owner of this phone?" The bartender asked Esmeralda. Her number was the last contact Madrigal tried calling before he knocked himself out drunk and wild at the club.

"Can you describe the man’s appearance? You don’t expect me to show up just like that, do you?" Esmeralda shrugged.

"Okay, can you do a video call? It’s an iPhone here?" The bra attendant replied stressfully. Esmeralda agreed, and the video call pulled through. "OH NO!!!" Esmeralda arced.

"Send the address of the club; I’ll be there in a minute," Esmeralda responded hurriedly. She ended the call and hurriedly dressed up to get him.

"You can’t go alone, ma’am; don’t you think this is quite strange?" Sylvester, her right-hand man, asked her concernedly.

"Since you’ve been in jail, I've been fine by myself, Sylvester; I trust Madrigal with my life; he can’t hurt me; you can drive," Esmeralda said, throwing the car’s control to him. They zoomed off to the club. The loud music an
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