Chapter 9

“A returning client?” I asked, hopeful.

“Yes, I believe you’ve been with him a few times,” Hannah replied. Him. My heart and my face dropped. If she had said ‘the couple’ I might have had some hope that it was them, but it appeared that it wasn’t meant to be, “Mr. Mendez would like to see you at the Ritz at eight o’clock tonight. Is that good for you?”

I could hear her scribbling in her notepad as though I had already accepted the job.

“What’s he paying?” I asked, hoping that the payment would be low enough for me to turn it down.

“He’s looking for an all-night session, so twelve thousand pounds,” Hannah announced and my jaw practically dropped.

“Did you just say twelve thousand pounds?” I gaped down the phone. I had worked for big bucks in my time, but that was ridiculous.

“He insisted that he wanted to pay double for you when I said that you might be busy,” Hannah explained.