A Pryce Worth Paying

“I’ll call you Brayden then...you’ve been with Leedgard for long?” She made small-talk to distract herself, then stared out the window. She observed people on the sidewalk, the occasional dog with it’s owner walking in the light sprinkling rain and the tall, unique townhomes lining the narrow street - anything to get her mind centered again.

“I’ve been with the company for some time.” He told her, “and as for today, I am confirmed for two hours, correct?” He asked, changing the subject.

She turned involuntarily to the sound of his voice and noticed the side of his neck as he spoke. It was muscular, hardy and wide like his shoulders, she stared admiringly. He looked rugged, imposing and powerful. Thomas looked lanky. Next to this man, Thomas would fade into the woodwork, she compared the two amusingly.

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“Yes, two hours should be plenty,” she replied languidly.

“Then you need to know how we’ll proceed when we get to the penthouse,” he started and she wondered what he was referring to, “I have your cell number so I’ll give you mine," he continued. "I’ll bring you to the penthouse and then I’ll wait in the hummer...when you’re ready to leave, text 333 and I’ll come up for you. If you don’t need my services after I drop you off, text 555. Anything critical or urgent, text 999.” He summarized as though she was in training, “ok, did you get that all,” he asked like a drill instructor, then looked over to her as though awaiting her confirmation.