"Julia, I gotta go. You enjoy these ten gigolos." I shoved my phone in my bag and turned to leave without looking back.
Julia, a bit tipsy, asked, "What? You're leaving me?"
I grit my teeth, "Yeah, I'm saving my life!"
"You're saving my life?"
Just as I prepared to make a run for it, I glanced at Julia and felt pity.
I hoisted her onto my shoulder, ready to take her along.
"Where are we going?" Julia asked.
"Escaping together," I said, walking off.
I opened the door, and there he was, the man from the phone call.
Jack had a black trench coat, and his eyes were sharp. Those eyes were staring right at me. "Where are you running off to?" he asked, his voice deep.
I forced a smile, "Not running anywhere..."
Julia on my shoulder wouldn't stop, "Charlize, take me to play with more gigolos!"
I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
Julia, if you want me dead, just say so.
