The search.

"Hmmm, right there, fuck me harder," Rita moaned as Richard pounded her hard. She dug her hands in his back as they reached for their release.

They had used Adam's VIP room in the club whenever he came. Richard held the card with him.

Richard rolled off her, facing the ceiling, he breathed heavily. It was a mind-blowing sex, they had just had. Was this what Adam did every Friday with different women? Why didn't he stick to one?

The day has taken a toll on him and he had needed sleep even before coming to the club. His thick lashes closed slowly. In no time, he was asleep.

Rita double checked to see if he was truly asleep. She couldn't blow up the job or her chance at being a millionaire would shatter before her in ruins.

She rolled off the bed. Rita smacked her lips. Adam Smith was definitely a hot piece of cake. No wonder women lined themselves to take over his bed. The way he had rode her was like he was a professional at this.

She wondered how many women he had taken like that as she dug her hands in her hair. She just had to get the file and leave before he woke up. She looked at Richard's sleeping figure on the bed.

He looked so peaceful as he slept. He must have been so tired that he slept off immediately. She was happy that he slept off immediately. She didn't have to wait for him to sleep or pretend to sleep. He had made her job easier with that.

Her mind was still hazy and she wished she could have more rounds with him because after tonight, she wouldn't have cause to see him again.

Especially if…

'Wake up girl!" She hit her forehead to remind her that she had to do her job immediately and leave the scene before anyone caught up with her. She'd be in soup and could even serve years in prison for it.

Rita dashed to the creamy sofa where Richard's clothes laid haphazardly. He had tossed them to the chair in a rush as they kissed each other. She picked his shirt to feel it. Its musky scent attracted her. She loved how he smelt.

Rita shook the thought away from her head. The shirt held nothing useful for her. She discarded it and picked up his trousers to continue her search. Flipping out the pockets, there was nothing in them.

Rita sighed in frustration. She scratched her hair. This was harder than she thought. No wonder he had offered such a high amount. He had known it wouldn't be so easy for her.

Where could it be? She threw the trousers down on the chair. She turned back to study the room well. This room must have an answer to her question.

She searched the room, the drawers, the dresser and everywhere she could search, to no avail. There was nothing she found. Rita panicked.

She had built castles with the money. And now, with the look of things, she would leave here empty without the important document. The important document that held the answer to her lifelong problems.

She felt dejected at failing to complete the job. Where could he put it then? She had ransacked the room and had even arranged it so he wouldn't suspect. Hoping that she would come across it if she calmed down. Nothing.

There was nothing at all. Had he come here knowing she would be here? Different thoughts ran through her mind. Rita took one last look at him and left the room angrily, closing the door behind her gently.

She wished she could slam it so he would wake up from his sleep. He lay there sleeping while she was dejected. Slamming the door would wake him up and her situation would be worse, so she closed it gently and strode out of the club with a sour look on her.

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The next day, Richard woke up to an empty bed. His headache because he had taken too much alcohol to fit into Adam's image the night before.

He sat up, remembering what happened the night before. Richard paled. The memories came rushing back. The woman.

He turned to his side, it was empty. Why? He flipped his eyes around the room. It was empty though his clothes looked like someone had changed their position a bit.

He was blessed with a good memory so he remembered things well. He sighed in relief. At least he didn't have to deal with the slut, because at the moment, he had other pressing matters to attend to.

Like his aching head and his business. He got off the bed. His eyes caught the money he had placed carefully under his wristwatch on the dresser. This was strange. So strange.

Why didn't she take her money? She had worked for it so why hadn't she taken it. He moved closer to the dresser. The money looked untouched.

Richard sighed, he scolded himself for judging her so soon but it couldn't be helped. She was dressed like a slut — with even the cheap perfume to top it off.

He had thought she was one of those people who used their body in exchange for sex. However this wasn't the case since she hadn't even bothered to take the money. He put his money back in his pocket.

Rita returned to her waitressing job. Her colleagues noticed something was up with her but she dismissed them.

"I'm fine. Just one of my moods," she lied. How could she tell them of what had happened? How could she tell them that she hadn't dreamt of coming back to this restaurant?

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A day later, the mysterious man who had refused to introduce himself to her for unknown reasons showed up. She was so ashamed of herself.

"I'm so sorry, I blew the job off," she apologized.

Rita tried explaining to him why she wasn't able to get a hold of the file, that it was because he didn't take her home.

"You didn't get a hold of the file?! Can't you do a job properly?" The man flared up at her.

"I'll deal with you if you can't do something about this!"