Business was bad, meaning for two weeks Bastard had been completely empty. In some occasions, a person would pass by and stay for a few minutes and then leave. But now even their parties had been dead. Although business was slow, Marco had been more alert than ever due to the latest tragic and awful events that had happened at Bastard and in the city. Cautiously every day, Marco would follow the young boss everywhere she went to ensure her safety. When he was off, he would not go home. Instead he would sleep at his office, if he ever slept, trying to track down Constance. Calling number after number and failing to receive any useful information. All the information he was given night after night was useless. It was irritating, driving Marco insane. He could not stand to know that every moment he wasted, his beloved was being tortured or worse. The man only shook his head along with his thoughts. Right now he had to focus on his priorities. His palm ran across his face as he closed his eyes. Focus, he told himself. You will find her, alive.
As he opened his eyes, he found himself in front of the Young Boss. He stood up tall and straightened his posture to not worry her. Afterwards he walked towards the nearest window and took a peek of the main room downstairs. Empty, he was not surprised. A soft sigh left his lips, his face grew worried as he addressed his boss.
“Young Miss, what should we do to pull more clients into Bastard? Not only are we short on staff now, but we are short on money as well.” He paused as the man looked back to the short blonde. “Shall I organize another meeting?”
