A Thank You Gift

  The next morning, in Upper Ring hotel, a muscular man sat on the sofa in the Presidential suite with his eyes trained at his client. This was a business meeting yet she wore a mask.

He would've worn one too but then again there was nothing to be afraid of, was there? He looked at her carefully and noted her features, a futile attempt to cover up, he thought.

He could easily guess her face under that mask, he had been in this business for years and he knew his stuff. He straightened his back and asked, "So, why I'm here?"

The lady's lip's curled up in an exquisite smile. Her long slender finger tapped the sofa's arm rest as she said, "I have a mission for you and it promises to pay well."

The man raised his eye brows at her in amusement, "I know you have a job for me so what's the job?" he hated it when people wasted his time.