2 WAITING FOR PRAY

I know he will come soon, he can't afford to miss his, 'going-to-be' an amazing night. I am well aware of these men, and what they are capable of, but most importantly, where they lack most. This whole place is swimming in the pool of money, that's why my agency allotted me to be here because he will always be there, where money speaks for itself.

People like him are everywhere, and this place is no exception. Anywhere my eyes land all I can see is, men in business suits and ladies wearing the clothes from the kid's section. Well, I was one of them too. Though I love my job, dressing like this is one of the things I hate about it. This is the cruel reality that men like him will always want women like us.

He must be coming late today, well it's more fun for me, then. At any moment he can be here, swiftly I took my phone and checked myself out for the last time. A red sweet neckline dress hugging every feature of mine while showing half of my cleavage and finishing just below my ass, with makeup on point, everything was screaming perfection.

It's already 11, and he is obnoxiously late, sitting here alone is the most boring thing in the world, though it was not like no one was there to have an itty-bitty chit chat. Actually, a lot of attention from men, I was receiving, though my job comes with strict rules, 'no unrelated talks, while doing business'.

To hide my irritation, I thought of drinking a glass of vodka to settle my thoughts down. After two or three shots, I started kind of feeling light-headed. So, I stopped myself and started to wait again. It's 12 now, as I took my phone out to text my agency about the total failure night, I saw him walking inside. Instantly, I deleted the message and started to lay my plan.