Aurelia

​I still keep an eye out.

It’s been over two days, I’ve come to the establishment every day since then, hoping to get some sort of clue on who it could possibly be that gave me the letter. To no avail though, I’m still as clueless as I was on Friday.

It’s Sunday now.

The establishment is packed, as usual.

Some of the unmasked faces in the crowd of guests recognizable, I’ve come to realize the place has regulars. I’m peeping through the slightly cracked door into the lounge, looking outside as girls get ready all around me.

There hasn’t been a single lingering glance out of the usual, anything to notify me about who the person might be. Other than the stares from most of the girls I’d already gotten used to. Sometimes I even heard them whispering about me as I walked by.

Twenty million dollars for a new comer is unheard of.

Twenty million dollars is unheard of period.

But Kane had blown a fortune on my head, and in the process, unwittingly put an invisible target on my back. They hadn’