When I enter I’m immediately surrounded by so many sounds and sights. Flashing colors, drunken laughter, suits with ties long forgotten, glasses clinking, and rolling dice.

I head towards the back of the floor, determination fueling my steps. I’m meeting the contact Renny set up. I was only able to get this meeting after reminding him of the favors I’ve given him that have put myself on the line.

There she sits. Conventionally attractive is the best way to describe her. She’s the type of woman I would picture in a place like this. Blondes in skin-tight emerald dresses and red lipstick are perfect for it.

“Mary Gleaner.” She says in a sultry voice, confident smirk on her lips. She lifts her hand to take a puff of the cigarette she holds. She knows my name. I wonder what else Renny told her about me.

“You must be Farrah,” I reply “I hope I haven’t disrupted your schedule.”

She looks right through me. Bored but obligated to be here.

“No I’m doing this as a favor to a friend. Keeping these relationships up is my highest priority.”

I manage a nod and start pulling out the files from my bag. They’re heavy with the amount of contents inside. Farrah watches now in curiosity but still keeping her air of above-ness.

I open the first folder and slide it across to her. She finally puts that cigarette out to take a look. Her expression changes for the first time to mild horror and disgust, flipping through the many photos.

“Why am I seeing these? Don’t you have people that get paid for this?” After finishing the look through.

I let out a sigh.

“We have no idea who did this or why. We’ve tried everything. I came to Renny as a last resort. I think you or one of your coworkers might know the person responsible.”

She leans towards me with a look on her face that asks why I’m speaking to her. “Do you know how much this could jeopardize me?” She seethes.

“Yes I do,” I coolly answer, “and I also know what the consequences will be if you don’t comply. Amanda Farrah Wellis, we have so much on you that a judge wouldn’t give you less than 25 in maximum security prison with all the crimes you’ve committed over the past decade.”

I lean forward and in a whisper say, “If you ever want to see the light of day again, I would consider that you obey.”

Farrah’s face shows only anger and contempt but I know she has no other option but to do as I say.