With almost mechanical precision — the product of years of office work — she ripped the envelope open with the long nail of her right index finger and pulled out a small sheet of paper, which simply read:Hope you had a nice lunch — but if you try to tell anyone about this, you’re fucking dead. They walked up the brick sidewalk, and as Lon opened the door for her, Mallory was taken aback at the opulence. Mature porn “Okay,” she sighed, “let me grab my stuff.”
“Great,” he replied with a grin, “we can take my Beemer.”
It was at least a nice car, Mallory thought as they drove to whatever restaurant Lon decided would be fitting. Mallory Smith’s watch beeped, which meant it was 5:00 and she had had enough abuse for one day. “Okay,” she sighed, “let me grab my stuff.”
“Great,” he replied with a grin, “we can take my Beemer.”
It was at least a nice car, Mallory thought as they drove to whatever restaurant Lon decided would be fitting.
