Chapter VI. Second Encounter: New Misunderstandings, Part 1:

Hanna:

“What happened on the last job can’t happen again, Hanna. You still haven't explained why the hotel management asked me to remove you from the job even though they paid us your share, including double pay. I'm a businesswoman, and I have to be fair to the people who work for me. It's unfair that your colleagues worked more hours and received less than you, even though you only worked two hours. Furthermore, the double pay was offered as a tip, so I can't divide it among your colleagues; it's exclusively yours," Mandan told me when she called me into her office that day.

Almost three days ago, during the event, I lost my composure for the first time. The coordinator and assistant to the Madame approached me and said that I could leave because the contractor had asked them, without justification, to ask me to leave immediately.

I thought the handsome alpha male had complained about me because he felt humiliated. This reaffirmed that he was all show, and his ego was small if he was offended by a few words from someone he thought was insignificant, like me.

The next day, when I went to pick up the sexy Little Red Riding Hood dress from the dry cleaners—because I was expecting a reprimand—I not only received my fee, but also an envelope of tips, which was the same amount as my fee. At first, I thought they had made a mistake. In fact, I was expecting a cut in my salary for a while for breaking one of the company rules by being rude to customers.

But it turned out that wasn't the case. According to the consultant, the hotel management had told her to let me leave and compensate me for my double shift. Logically, then, it was normal for the manager to call me to her office. Even the reprimand seemed fair.

"Exactly, ma'am. I don't know what happened. I made a mistake at work," I said sincerely. I told her what had happened with the king of the wolves at the party. "That's why I came to the company today: to hand over my tips and part of my fees so my colleagues can receive the money since they did their job," I said, placing a bulky envelope on the table.

The manager looked at me very seriously but suddenly smiled, which threw me off balance.

"Take that envelope, Hanna. Even if you think you didn't do your job well, you did. On the contrary, my years of experience in this business tell me that you've done the company a favor by winning over another client. Soon, sooner than you think, you'll have another regular client,” she said, smiling. Despite her age, the smile made her truly beautiful.

Madame Flynn Lee, as she wanted us to call her, had never told us her real name. In fact, it was the best-kept secret of the W.S. Company. Although there had been some rumors about her, no one knew if they were true. She was a woman who took great care of herself and managed to stay young. Once, one of the escorts said that she was over fifty, but she didn't look it at all. She didn't have a single wrinkle on her face, and I can assure you that she has never had cosmetic surgery because I study medicine.

In addition, her firm body makes more than one young woman envious. This tempting woman's curves make men of all ages turn to look at her. She dresses like a society lady on occasion and like a successful businesswoman most of the time. There are rumors that La Madame, a member of London's high society and the daughter of a duke or lord, fell from grace and worked as a high-class prostitute until she started her own business. However, as I said, these are just rumors.

La Madame's age is revealed by her intelligent look, which shows years of experience understanding human beings and their desires. When she looked at me and gave me that explanation, I knew what was going to happen. Honestly, I hoped it wouldn't be like that. If I ran into the blue-eyed alpha again, things would probably end badly. With my personality, so much testosterone accumulated in a single being could only provoke me to start an open war. That could cause big problems and result in my losing my job for assaulting one of our clients, even if he deserved it.

But I didn't tell La Madame this. Instead, I picked up my envelope, said goodbye, and left her office. On my way out to get my car from the parking lot—I had class at the university that afternoon and needed to pick up some books and food at the mall first—I hoped the Madame's predictions would never come true.

Once at the mall, I stopped by the food court since the bookstore was still closed. I decided to leave the bags of food in the car and go to the bookstore to buy Mia another gift. Her birthday was coming up soon. To make up for my parents not being there for the second year in a row, I always bought her enough gifts to make her feel loved, and I told her these were the gifts Mom and Dad would have given her if they hadn't had the accident.

I already had four gifts at home, but Mia was starting to grow up and have preteen concerns. She had already asked me for light makeup, and now she wanted a fashionable necklace.

When my parents died, I promised myself that I would spare Mia from any more changes than she had already endured, so I managed to keep her in the same school I attended as a child, despite great difficulty. It's an elite private school for the children of businesspeople and millionaires in London. Thanks to my work as an escort, I could afford to pay for it.

I was going to buy that necklace when I entered the jewelry store and was shocked to see my best friend from high school, Candece Sallow, holding hands with my boyfriend, John J. Herman Raddiffe. They were kissing lightly on the lips and caressing each other. Candece was looking at her ring finger, which had a huge diamond ring on it.

At first, I thought I was seeing things, but the kisses, caresses, and huge smiles were hard to ignore. I know it was silly, but I was offended, and I felt an indescribable pain in my heart. My first coherent thought as I looked at the ring on her hand was that John hadn't given me anything that expensive since my parents died. On our last anniversary, after three years of dating, he gave me only a bouquet of roses and a cake, while I bought him a titanium Rolex, which he now wore on his wrist.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked aloud, trying to control my feelings and the deep pain I felt at being betrayed. I wouldn't show it, even if I died. My voice startled them, and they looked at the door. At least they had the decency to look down in shame when they realized they had been discovered.

"Hanna!" I heard John whisper.

"Save yourself the explanations. I just want you to remember this: Don't ever show your face to me again. Tell your mother why we're breaking up, or I'll tell her myself. I'm sure she'll be delighted, especially when she finds out you've traded me in for Candece," I said coldly. Without another word, I left.