Alfred entered Curtis Stanton's private office to tidy up a bit and dust the furniture and paintings that had accumulated dirt. However, he found a completely dark room with nothing visible. So, he quickly groped his way to open the heavy curtains of the window, letting in the sunlight to illuminate the space a little."I didn't give you permission to do that."Alfred was very startled and nearly had a heart attack at Curtis's sudden voice. Curtis was sitting in his personal chair with an empty bottle in his hand, his entire body slumped over the furniture."Sir... You almost scared me to death," exclaimed Alfred, with his hand on his chest, sighing deeply."I didn't call you. What are you doing here?" Curtis asked without moving, his face completely expressionless.Alfred widened his eyes a bit and approached, waving his duster over the tables and decorations in the office to pretend he was cleaning."Dawn has broken. It's a new day, and I just came to do a bit of cleaning. I didn't
Agatha opened her eyes very early that morning. A strange noise had awakened her after a long night of rest. It was a loud banging on the wall of the neighboring room.Agatha quickly realized it was a prostitute doing her job and earning money early that morning.Her awakening only served to remind her that she was still trapped in that horrible nightmare. She had even forgotten what the inside of the Stanton mansion looked like.Now she only knew the deteriorated interior of that dark room with walls torn by the passage of time.It was at that moment that Agatha heard the doorknob turning."Who's there?" Agatha quickly covered her body with the sheet. She was in her underwear because she had been wearing the same clothes for several days.Only silence answered. No one said a word, but the door opened and someone pushed hard to remove the obstacles Agatha had placed. After all, they weren't as heavy as she thought.Agatha felt panic when she saw the horrible figure of the elderly owne
Ander was returning to his establishment after a couple of days away. He was eager to feel that sense of power and respect he commanded over all the men and women who frequented his nightclub. Power felt very addictive to him.He adjusted his elegant and expensive suit inside the limousine. He wore dark sunglasses despite it being late at night. He had even grown a beard to appear a bit more mature and rugged."Do I look good?" Ander asked his driver.The driver glanced up to look at him through the rearview mirror while continuing to drive."You look like a real gangster, young master Ander," he replied with a kind and servile smile."Don't call me 'young master,' I'm not a kid anymore. I'm Mr. Stanton now, like Curtis or Carson," Ander demanded, requiring respect."Of course, Mr. Stanton. I'm very sorry."The driver quickly looked down to hide the powerful laughter he was holding back. His cheeks puffed up with all the air wanting to burst out of his mouth in a laugh."Never mind,"
"Get in the damn limousine," Ander ordered Annie, shouting loudly.Annie stood in front of him, biting her lips hard while clenching her fists, wanting to slap him with all her might, but that would mean the end of their relationship. So, she chose to take a deep breath and relax her body.Annie got into the limousine, followed by Ander."Back so early, Mr. Ander?" asked the driver upon seeing him enter."Shut up and take us to the Ballmer mansion immediately," Ander ordered rudely and directly."As you wish, Mr. Stanton," this time it was the driver himself who raised the tinted glass while starting the limousine.During the ride, Annie and Ander remained in an uncomfortable silence. Ander’s annoyance was evident in his facial expression. Annie wanted to change his mood and show him she was there for him.Annie was willing to do anything to see Ander happy. She loved him and only wanted to be with him under any circumstances.She took a risk and grabbed her angry boyfriend's hand, st
"You're complaining over the phone that you want to talk to me in person, and when you have me in front of you, you stay silent like an idiot," said Charles Ballmer while lighting a cigarette he had taken from his pocket.Ander mustered the courage to ignore the cries for help and desperate banging coming from inside the container, so he could speak clearly and directly to Charles."I arrived at the Britannia and found it completely deserted. No one was using my drug, all because of the disappearances of some girls leaving the club," Ander complained."I thought you didn't care about the club's profits. What does it matter if there are customers or not?" Charles responded, exhaling nicotine smoke directly from his lungs. The smoke immediately dissipated into the air."Of course I care about having customers. I need them to know they must respect me.""Rule number two of this business, kid," Charles Ballmer pointed at Ander with the fingers holding the lit cigarette."Rule number two?"
Agatha hadn't seen the sunlight in several days. So she decided to get up and open a window. Maybe that way she could also disperse the horrendous smell of old age that the motel owner had left in the room the day before.At least she had to be grateful that thanks to that old man, she had managed to eat something while she was locked up there. Half-eaten hamburgers that he had been bringing her.Agatha lifted her body from the bed and walked to the back of the room to open the window, but she quickly discovered that the window was bricked up behind the curtain covering it."Of course. I should have imagined," Agatha said to herself with a resigned grimace.Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door. It was a knock from the hallway. Agatha knew immediately that it was the old man coming with the intention of having sex with her again.However, Agatha was not willing to do such a thing ever again in her life. She couldn't bear to sink that low again. She had to do something qui
Curtis arrived at the motel that Agatha had indicated to him over the phone. Even he was astonished. He couldn't believe that someone like Agatha had been living in such a deplorable place, but there was no time to lose. He had to get there immediately to get her out of there.Immediately, prostitutes began emerging from all corners and alleyways, approaching the limousine that had just stopped in front of the motel.Many of them were fighting among themselves to attend to such a wealthy-looking man. It was unusual to see such an elegant car in that area. There was no doubt that he was someone with a lot of money.Within seconds, the limousine was surrounded by women offering their sexual services.Curtis opened the limousine door and quickly got out, ignoring all the women who were pushing to get a unique opportunity."What are you looking for, handsome?" said one of the prostitutes as she played with her hair."I can give you all the pleasure you desire," assured another woman, look
"Thank you for helping me, Curtis. Now you can drop me off under the first bridge you find," said Ágata, looking out the window with regret."Don't say such nonsense, Ágata. If I didn't leave you at that motel, I'm certainly not going to leave you living on the street. You'll come with me to the Stanton mansion. That's still your home," Curtis said firmly.Ágata snorted, lowering her head and closing her eyes in deep regret."You're wrong, Curtis. I'm no longer a Stanton. I gave all that up when I relinquished my share of the inheritance," she said, keeping her eyes closed."You didn't know Prince Rick's intentions. No one did. The only traitor here is him," Curtis said, placing his hand on Ágata's shoulder to try to offer some comfort.Ágata quickly dodged his hand, pulling her shoulder away in fear, and looked him directly in the eyes with a frightened expression."Sorry, Curtis. I'm still very scared from everything I went through in that place," Ágata said, very embarrassed."Don'