![]() ![]() ![]() William chose to maintain the hard front that made all men quiver when in his presence. His square jaw was harsh, but his smile friendly when he chose to flash it, which wasn’t very often. He was a handsome man in his late thirties, with a head of thick hair that was beginning to grey at his temples, giving him a distinguished salt-and-pepper fleck that matched his distinguished suits. On a little hiccup and another stagger in her ridiculous stilettos, she fell into William’s office. Her stomach turned as she approached the door to his office, her alcohol-drenched brain only barely functioning enough to make her hand lift and take the handle of the door. She knew deep down that there was no good reason to be exposing her body and mind to this sordid, seedy underworld. She had a loving family at home, people who treasured and loved her, made her feel wanted and valued. Determination and too much alcohol were getting in the way. Stumbling down the dark corridor of the underground London club towards his office, she barely registered her stupidity. ![]() It was all part of the plan to get what she wanted. She’d known he would find out – he had eyes and ears everywhere but it never stopped her from disobeying him. ![]()
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