"Can I help you?" she asked, a hint of irritation starting to emerge in her voice.
"Ms. Newstead, may I speak with you a moment?" I asked.
She nodded and beckoned me into her cabin. It was massive. Apparently there were different sized cabins. The next time I saw Mort Alexander I fully intended to punch him in the face.
She directed me to a chair under the porthole. I sat down as she went back to applying her makeup, which she didn't even need.
"Now, Ms. Newstead, my name is..."
"Jake Randolph," she said as she applied her lipstick...
Jamie Clapperton almost 5 years ago
Going to be wondering how she knows who he is all day now.. Lovely cliffhanger.
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Hear, hear. How tf does she know him? Unless she was the chickie who set Jake up in the first place? Hmmmm!🤔
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thanks, everyone. You know the old show biz adage, "Always leave them wanting more."