Chapter 3: Maximum Discretion
It is of no doubt that the real identity of customer or the escort is classified. It won't be futile for me to speak with discretion about myself, if not because of my family name and the company I ran for half a decade. Not that I'm ashamed of my current situation that I want to cover up my identity. A big party in a prostitution center reserved by a bunch of suited-up idiots who also ordered the best rooms, best escort, and best bottle of scotch, would not have been undisclosed. I just find it unfair that this blond girl probably knows everything there is to know about me - and even if she doesn't, she can easily google it if she's curious - while I'm not even allowed to know her name.
"Justice," I said suddenly while waiting for her to finish dressing up. I didn't think dressing up is a part of this activity, since she came with such minimum clothing that barely covers anything, but it turns out, there are a set of clothes in the night stand, prepared for her and the guest.
"Sorry?" the girl asked, not quite understanding why I would said that out of the blue.
"Justice, it's the one thing that's lacking from this service," I explained very briefly.
"And why is that?" She asked, intrigued.
"I'm pretty sure you know my name."
"That is, actually, true." The girl admitted. "I know where you work, where you live, who are those noisy gentlemen going here with you, who is your brother," She chuckled. "The list could go on, and on, if I bring my phone to web-search you." She realized where I'm going with the whole injustice thing, and she's so clearly enjoying the fact that curiosity got the best of me.
"Whereas I don't even know your name," I continued.
"Argent," she said quickly.
"Excuse me?"
"Argent. My code name here. Code name, as in, if you would like to ask for me in this place, you'd ask for Argent."
"Argent like silver?" I asked, couldn't help but thinking it's an interesting name she chose, a word that means silver.
"Yes. I think silver is cooler than gold, in a way," she answered a question I was about to ask before.
"If I were to ask your real name, and you declined to tell me what it is, is it because of company's policy about privacy and discretion and whatnot, or is it because you simply refuse to tell your real name to a stranger who asked for you as an escort and did lewd things with you?" I asked carefully, but still looking for ways for her to drop her prudence and let information about her accidentally slip pass her lips.
Her lips curled in a sly smile once I mentioned the word 'lewd'. "Why the sudden curiosity in my name, Mr. Uchiha?" She teased.
"You can't explain curiosities, they just came and insist on answers," I replied.
She finished wearing her last piece of clothing when she opened the door and answered with a wink, "Argent. That's all you need to know."
The last sentence she said to me didn't help my curiosity one bit. And the mimic of her expression I just can't explained... It's as if her expression is telling me, "The meaning of Argent to me is way more than just cooler than gold. Dig deeper." Or I'm just over-thinking this whole thing. I'm not even sure why I would dwell on this. It's not like I'm going to meet her again.
When I got up and exit the room, the girl, or Argent, as she would prefer it, was already gone from my sight. I walked back to the room where I was first put with my friends, and found them all asleep across the couches, drunk, and with their bottle of 35-year-old Glen McKenna empty. The strippers who gave them a lap dance earlier seems to have already cleared out of the room. I took my phone and called for Kakuzu's chauffeur to pick us all up, and asked him to bring along two strong bodyguards that could carry these idiots to the limo.
In the end of the day, they all slept at my house, in the living room, like they always do when they were drunk, and I climbed the stairs, up to my room, to sleep, because all the sex is making me tired.