Impaled to the Hilt
Changing his mind, Maxen cleared his throat and his eyes landed from the lady on the left pole, then to the right. "Ladies, if you can excuse us. I'd like to have a word with your recruit."
He flashed the ladies his signature smile, and the two exited the room in record time.
When the coast was clear, Maxen stood from his seat and walked towards the bar, locating the security cameras hidden in one of the cabinets under the bar's island.
He made sure that nobody was in that room. His eyes perused every thumbnail on the screen, and when he was satisfied with what he saw, he activated the main lock of the room, preventing others from entering the premises.
"What am I going to do with you, Olivia?" Maxen uttered under his breath. His left hand braced on his hip, while his free one scratched the skin above his eyebrows.