I don’t have any prospects.
I don’t have any money in the bank.
And now, the hundreds of dollars I accumulated in tips are gone.
How am I going to pay my rent? How am I going to buy groceries? Jesus, I don’t even think I have enough money to buy pads and tampons.
I bang a fist against the cabinet. I slam it so hard, it sends the air freshener the superintendent placed in all the basement apartments to the ground.
Fuck.
The stupid thing is broken. I’m sure the idiot superintendent is going to charge me to replace it.
I narrow my gaze to the wire protruding from the broken pieces.
I lower to my haunches and pick up the shattered air freshener. This isn’t a plug-in air freshener, what’s up with the wire? My gaze travels to another broken piece on the floor. I pick it up, study it, and turn the glass piece in my hands. Is that… a camera lens?
I drop the item on the floor like it’s on fire, rush to my handbag and pull out my phone.
My fingers fly on the screen as I do a quick search.
When a series of results pop up, I gasp.
Air freshener with hidden spy camera?I gawk at the words in shock. “The asshole has been spying on me.”
A frightening thought slams through me.
A shoebox basement studio apartment offers zero privacy.
“He’s seen me… naked?”
My eyes bounce around the space and I spot another air freshener on a shelf. I run to the bathroom and find a third one sitting on top of the mirrored wall-mounted cabinet.
Dear God. The pervert has been watching me?
My breathing is labored as my heart beats out of my chest.
How is it that I always find myself in the shittiest situations?
I exit the bathroom and stand in the middle of my apartment that’s just become an observation room.
What am I going to do?
Despair washes over me and I lose it.
As I wail at my predicament, a knock at the door startles me.
Chapter 6
The choice is yours
Kazimir
When my GPS announces my arrival at Harley’s apartment, I frown at the damn thing.
No way?
The first time I met her in the Hamptons, I didn’t ask her where she lived, but a woman who was so attached to her designer shoes she was reluctant to leave them behind on the beach as we took a stroll wouldn’t live here. It doesn’t compute.
