6: The Angel And The Devil

Elena tried to catch her breath in the changing room, she counted to five, then ten, then fifteen but nothing, if anything she was getting more panicked and breathless.

One million dollars, who was that mad man? She hated the setting they did today such that they couldn't see the auctioneer's faces since they were below at the main part of the club, she hated it all.

"Here I thought you might need this," Derek kept a shot of tequila on the vanity she was holding onto like her life depended on it.

She nodded with a thanks and took the shot, she wasn't much of a drinker and she prided herself with that but she couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have something stronger?"

Derek was taken aback by the question but nodded and left saying he would be back in a few.

He returned later with a pincer Shanghai vodka and left with a warning.