She stepped out, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving a bewildered and unsatisfied Henderson alone with his money and his greed. Dream+studio+nastia+mouse+videos+001109
As she walked down the corridor, Ava allowed herself a small, genuine smirk. She hadn't lied. She knew people. The permits would be there. But Henderson didn't need to know that the "people" she knew were city officials who owed her favors, not the other way around. She wasn't the product; she was the broker. And business was good. Sniper- The White Raven -2022- Dual Audio -hind...
Ava paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She looked back over her shoulder, her gaze cool and assessing. She saw the hunger in his eyes, the expectation. It was a look she knew well. It was a trap, and she was the bait.
Ava didn't touch the envelope. Instead, she picked up the file she had brought with her. "I trust you. If you're lying to me, I'll know. And I won't be back alone next time."
"Wait." He stood up, rounding the desk. "Aren't you going to... seal the deal? That's how this works, isn't it? The 'private consultation'?"
Ava smiled, a practiced, sharp expression that didn't quite reach her eyes. She tapped a manicured finger against the file on the desk. "Mr. Henderson, in this city, permits are just paper. It's about relationships. Connections. I know people who know people. But connections cost money. And I don't work for free."