Sevens admits he knows something.

Sevens gets up and walks to the bathroom, where Glimmer hears him urinating and then turns on the shower. She closes her eyes and tries not to think about what just happened. “You’re a whore,” she whispers to herself, the crook of her arm over her mouth so no surveillance can see her mouth moving.

Glimmer swallows a sob that threatens to come out with her whispers. “But that isn’t new, is it?”

She lies there, acting like she’s asleep, trying to find anything decent about herself. Her acting, her performance… Her lost lover who wouldn’t ever love her if he knew all the things she’s subjected herself to. Glimmer questioned how she’d ever tell David how she continued to do what she did after all those intimate feelings were for him. How she’d say to him about clients like Alexander or how she surrendered every inch of her body to a contractor…

Then her thoughts went to Paul. It was important for him to find David and unite them despite her not being worthy of true love. What man would want her after doing what she’s done? Not for days, not for weeks. But months… Approaching 3 years… She rolled to her side, her back to the open bathroom as she remained hollow-eyed against the couch, staring at where the session had truly begun.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers to no one in the room, not even herself. “I’m sorry… David.”

A singular tear dripped from one eye and down the other. She didn’t expect David to return now. And even if he did, how much of a better woman did he deserve than she? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. Now wasn’t the time to reflect, not with her client so nearby. She sat up, wiped her eye with the back of her wrist, and stretched, retrieving her lost clothes and slipping back into them. She didn’t bother showering because… why? What is the point? If Sevens used her again, then she’d just have to wash afterward.

Sevens got out, stark naked, not a clear in the world, wet hair still dripping from his rinse. She worked a hotty smile and pushed another cup of Irish Coffee towards me. He took it, grinned, and then sipped as he looked at her, back in her dress.

“We still have time left for our session.”

“I figured even a contractor of your standards would need a little bit of a rest of all those loads,” she purred, oozing sensuality. “I know I’m tuckered out.”

Sevens tilted his head back and forth in thought, his mouth in a deep frown. Then Sevens chuckled. “Sure, I can get behind that. You seemed like you haven’t treated that well in considerable of time.”

“And you still weren’t a fraction of David,” she thought about saying but opted not to. “You were amazing. By far, the best client I’ll probably have for the rest of the week.”

His back stiffens; he licks his lips and regards her closely. “You’re saying someone might be better?”

She muses playfully, humming a toneless tune. “I get a lot of exciting people here.”

His gaze darkened, and his smile went crooked. “People like David?”

Glimmer’s heart dropped to her stomach. Her smile lingered, however. She played a fool and knitted her brows. “Which one? David Roxworth? Dave Hammond? David Killsworth?” She looked up as if in thought. “Killsworth did have a way with his hands…”

The contractor leaned back, his eyes too intelligent to be fooled by her attempt at distraction. He cocks his head, however, and feigns humor. “Of course, I should have figured you knew many different David's.”

Glimmer’s heart thumped, but her facade of confusion kept her panic at bay. “I’ll admit I’ve met more David's' than I have Sevens,” she leans into the bar, regarding him closely in return to his intense gaze, too stubborn to give up yet.

Seven’s eyes darkened, though. And with that alone, she was reminded this was a killer. “You know which David I’m talking about, don’t you?”

Glimmer denies him the answer he wants. “I don’t.”

The man she slept with vanished. But she keeps her eyes locked onto him, steeling herself and fighting the tremble. She’s struck by fear and wants to plead for help to find him or to leave alone. Which she needed to do, but she wasn’t sure. She approached the bar and felt the panic button with her forefinger. Sevens glances down as his eyes can see past the marble.

“There is no help for you. I swept the room and deactivated everything.”

“Why?” she whispered, pressing it. Just as he promised, nothing happened.

“Because I don't like people barging into things I’m involved in,” he says. “Rest assured, I won’t hurt you, and I won’t hurt your precious little secret. But I don’t like being lied to either.”

“Why do you care?” Her eyes glossed over finally.

“I don’t, but in a world where information has more value than money, why not show you I know more about you than you know about me?” Sevens finished the coffee cup and placed it on the counter, clicking loudly in silence after his remark.

Glimmer glances at the clock behind him worried she still has two and a half hours with this man. This unexpected treat becomes the bitter aftertaste of sour milk. “What do you know about David, then?”

Sevens didn’t have David’s last name, but he smelled blood in the water at her question. “What do you want to know about David?”

Glimmer’s mind buzzed, telling her not to do this, but the sense of desperation scratched her desire. “Anything. I want to know where he is… how I reach out to him… and see him again.”

Sevens nods. “It’ll cost you.”

“I figured,” she exhaled. “I don’t have a lot of--”

“I don’t want money.”

She blinked and glanced at her chest. “Me? You want me?”

“Fuck yeah, I do,” Seven leans. “Give me your body when I arrive for free, and I’ll get you everything you want about this guy.”

“I’m not doing that,” she scoffs.

“Then you must not want to see David that badly.”

“I’m not whoring myself for no reason!”

“David’s not a good enough reason?!” Sevens shouts back, his voice doubling her in volume and ****.

“That’s what I meant--”

“No! It’s fine. Find him on your own. Good luck. Restrict yourself to whatever basic-ass-fucking means that this crack-den-fucking-whore-bin has to offer and see how long it takes. You don’t care!”

Glimmer stops crying and snaps. “You’re not using David to get to me like that!”

“Have fun rotting here then because that’s all that’s going to happen, ya’s face here,” Sevens guffaws and retrieves his clothes from the floor, outfitting himself in the hardware and tactical gear, minus the cloak. “When the next client is fucking you, I hope this comes back to ya. While you remain a buyable piece of fuckmeat thinking about David, remember I offered you hope.”

Glimmer carefully considers her retort, but all she finds in her arsenal of words are pleas. So, instead of accepting weakness, she remains prideful. The session feels like she’s trapped inside the same room as Sevens. He drinks, smokes, and keeps to himself… During the final hour, Glimmer goes to the bathroom to wash up and return to an empty room.

“God damnit,” she says, almost breaking into a sob, the tension breaking. “It's finally over.”