As soon as she entered the room, the scent of jasmine and lavender filled my nostrils. Her mink coat and long black skirt swayed as she strolled to my desk. I turned around and sighed.
"What can I do for you, Mrs. Black?"
"You said you'd have the money by now!" She bursted, slamming her fists against the table.
I eased back into my chair. "The money is going to have to wait." I replied calmly.
The women's hat loomed over her face. The netting covered slices of her expression. She leaned to the side and lit a cigar. He dark chocolate eyes focused into the distant window. As though stopping her thoughts, she looked over to me.
"You have seventy-two hours." She then stood up, walked toward the door, and nodded. "Good day to you, Mr. Jones."
