The Price of Access

VIVIENNE

The room smelled like expensive whiskey and older secrets. I sat on the edge of a leather chair watching the door, counting the minutes.

Thirty passed. Then forty. Then fifty.

Where the hell is he?

I had paid two hundred grand just to get the message across. Two hundred thousand dollars I'd earned on my back, on my knees, in ways that made me wince when I thought about them too l