Chapter 7. Move and You Die

The dialogue itself wasn’t suspicious, but the way she said it seemed fishy to Sheharzaad.

“Oh fuck, is he coming? No way. Why didn’t you tell me that before? Would I have to send someone after the party?” she asked when the man on the other side of the phone said something.

“Fine, I’ll have all the arrangements done,” she said, smiling.

She hung up the call and swiftly began to analyze herself in the mirror. Sheharzaad’s eyes moved and saw a man approaching the reception. He was wearing a mask. She couldn’t quite make out his appearance as only his side profile was visible.

“Are you available?” he asked.

“We have an important guest coming, sir, but I’m available,” she said.

The next second, Sheharzaad’s eyes bulged out as she realized what was happening. The receptionist was unbuttoning her shirt in front of the man while looking at him seductively.

She stood up from her chair and unbuttoned her front, giving the man a full view of h