Page 3 of Ravage

First time I'm left in charge and one of the clients has a fucking heart attack? Just my luck.

"You okay?" I ask Kresta.

The blonde woman beside me nods, but I can tell she's rattled.

"I can't believe John had a heart attack. Wonder what he's going to tell his wife?" she muses.

"I doubt he'll be admitting it was during a blow job," Connell says with a smirk.

"No. Politicians tend to deny knowing about this place," I reply, shaking my head.

We turn and head back inside, and Connell pulls the door shut behind him. "I assume the rest of the clients didn't notice?"

I shake my head. "Daniella and Sabrina are still with the couples that came in, and Dante's client left just before the ambulance arrived."

The older woman slid him a rather hefty tip after he gave her the night of her life, so at least I know that she left satisfied.

Unlike John, the politician.

"We'll have to arrange to get his car home," I say, and Connell nods.

"I'll get David onto it. Have you told Sebastian yet?"

I sigh. "His flight is due in any moment, so I've sent him a message to call me once he lands. I told Daniel, though. He told me not to worry, it's not the first time this has happened."

Didn't make me feel any better, but at least I know Daniel was cool about it. His brother, though? This place is Sebastian's baby, and I don't know how he's going to react to one of our most important clients keeling over mid blow job.

I head back to the office Sebastian and I share on the second floor. He has a private one connected to his room upstairs on the third floor, but when we're both working, we use this one instead.

I pour myself a whiskey before sitting back down at my desk, staring at the document I'd been working on before Connell had alerted me to the situation downstairs.

I seldom enter the basement level outside club and staff nights, so I knew it must have been serious for him to call me down there. Seeing the client on the floor, clutching his arm, was certainly not what I'd envisioned happening when my day started.

In the two years I've been working here, I've seen some interesting stuff, but it's the first time I've been around for a medical emergency, and I don't particularly care for it.

There's a knock at the door, and I tell them it's unlocked. Annika, one of the sex workers, ducks in, closing the door behind her. The curvy brunette is one of my closest friends, and I'm grateful now for her presence.

"Hey, I just heard about John." She's dressed in her usual black lingerie ensemble, but I know her next client isn't due to arrive for another hour.

"Yeah. Was a bit scary."

"I'll say. Kresta was white as a ghost when she told me on her way upstairs. Does Sebastian know yet?"

I shake my head as my phone lights up on the desk. "Speak of the devil."

Our boss's name flashes on the screen, indicating an incoming phone call. I answer, putting him on speaker.

"Sebastian."

"Imogen. What happened?" Sebastian Deluca's commanding tone is hard to ignore, even through the phone.

I explain the details, and he sighs. I can just imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose, the closest he ever comes to showing his stress.

"Well, that's unfortunate. I'll be sure to check on him tomorrow. At least we don't have to worry about it getting out where this happened. His office will no doubt come up with some story. I trust you made sure the paramedics know that their discretion is appreciated?"

"Yeah. Turns out one of them used to work with Connell, so I've asked him to follow up with the guy tomorrow. Take him out for a drink and make sure he and his partner keep their mouths shut to the media."

Annika perks up at the mention of men in uniform being in the mansion, and I shake my head, suppressing a laugh. She's so predictable.

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