CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN
AUTHOR'S POV
"Room 101 please," Tarella told the glass-wearing receptionist.
"Is that where the bank is located?" Roxanne asked innocently. She stood behind Tarella.
Tarella stubbornly ignored the question, focussing more on important things.
"What's your name?" The reception eyed her arrogantly, reminding her of Dera and the cocaine she was to benefit.
She replied with a smile "Tarella Wi..."
"Oh! Seems someone's already expecting you," she said sharply "Second floor, last room at the left," she gave the directions offhandedly, displaying her professionalism, or so Tarella thought.
"Thanks," she replied and made to the elevator.
"Is that where the bank's located?" Roxanne asked again, this time, raising her voice a semitone louder.
"Roxanne, can you just be patient?" She spat while reaching forward to hit the button on the elevator.
"I truly need to know..."
