Through out my dinner, I don't feel like myself. Where did my usual presence disappear? I was such a workaholic, only focus on work.

Work was the only priority in my life. Better than family or my personal life.

Maybe that's why all my partners left me. They couldn't stand it, but now. Now what?

I can't even pay attention to what the man is saying.

" ... and then we would build this. I think it's brilliant and it will help us a lot." He explains something.

I nod and smile. Nod and smile.

After all the mumbling of his, I cut it short and accept the deal. What's the worst thing that can happen?

I can just fire him and everything if it's bad. Even thought I never risked like this. I was always so sure.

I huff to myself. I must see the man again. I'm on a mission with him.

I enter the hotel. I have my mask on, I show them my card with the number 69. I almost run to the main room.

The music is loud as always. I look at everyone's bracelets. Where is he?

Where is Soren?

Some young man approaches me.

"Hello, sir. Would you be interested in me?" he gives me those seductive eyes.

He would be my type but not tonight.

"Actually, I'm looking for someone else tonight. Sorry. If you'll excuse me." I nod my head and walk thought the crowd.

Finally, I see him drinking something talking to some guy. But he also has a silver mask so it doesn't matter.

"Hello." I say.

Soren looks up to me and his eyes widen.

"Sir." He almost bows his head.

"May I ... have your company tonight?" I ask him. The other guy looks at him and at me.

"Oh, so I'll leave you alone." He starts walking away.

"May I?" I ask again.

"Of course." He nods quickly, "I didn't know you would come back."

"I said I would come back and see you again."

"Yes, but some people say that and you never see them again."

"I gave you five stars last time."

"You-you did? So, that's why so many people came to me." The thought of him being with others pains me so much, but I'm happy he has money. He ... yes, I'm just happy he has money, "but you shouldn't have.

I don't deserve five stars. I didn't last three rounds like you wanted. I was just super tired.

But- but I will do it today."

I chuckle. "Don't stress yourself over silly things. Let's go to my room, okay?"

"Yes." He catches my hand. I look at it shocked. Oh, I hold his hand last time.

I put a firm grip on his palm and walk him behind me. His hand is so small and soft. It's beautiful.

*

I lock the door behind us and we both take off our masks. He looks absolutely breathtaking.

"So, how have you been?" I ask him.

"Excuse me?" he blinks.

"I mean," right, we are not friends, "I was just trying to be polite Soren. You don't have to answer.

I was just thinking we could talk too besides sex, but I understand this is only a job for you."

"Well, you know there is ehm- talking in the menu. You can pay for talking."

"Pay." I chuckle.

"No, I meant that it's possible. Not that you have to pay. You don't have to pay for talking. I can just answer. It's just, well, some people prefer talking over sex.

Some do."

"And you?" I ask him.

"Me?" he bites his lip, "I don't know what to answer to this."

"May I ask WHY you work here or is it too personal."

"It's personal."

"Okay." I nod, "but it has a good reason?"

"Yes." He agrees.

"Alright then. I'll make sure to pay you a lot today."

"No, pay me how much I deserve."

"Can I give you tips too?" I grab his chin and make him look up.

"Ehm. Well. You can give it to the receptionist but they take twenty percent of the tips. Just like they take money from what I earn."

"Oh. I see they are very money oriented. But ... if I give it to you? Just to your hand."

He blinks. "I don't know if that's allowed."

"Yeah, but will they know." I smirk and give him and pack, "oh, sorry, I have to pay first right."

He blushes. "I ... ehm. Mm." he rather leaves the conversation and sits on the bed.

He puts his hands on his thighs and waits patiently.