Chapter 7

I let his limp body fall to the carpeted floor. "We need to get out of here" I said to Vaughn.

"What about the poisoned Martini?" he asked me.

"I never accept the drink the bartender offers. I watched him prepare it, I'm not poisoned. I don't have time to be poisoned."

"Then why did you stay…" he asked me as we opened the door to leave.

I turned to face him. "For you."

We headed to the stairs and I saw her. I knew it was her even without seeing her face. She turned around though.

"Good evening." She said. Her face was smooth; the years had had no effect on her olive complexion. She looked exactly the way I remembered. That made it even harder.

"Let's go." I said to Vaughn.

"I have a job for you." She said, as we tried to make our way to the elevators,

"Too bad. I don't work for you."

"He does" she said as she pointed to Vaughn.