The lounge singer made her way down from the stage, the long flowing evening gown complimented by the stage lighting as she was met with roars of applause and satisfied onlookers. She moved through the crowd joined by Marco on her arm as he leaned in to whisper into her ear.
“The plan is already in motion, Duran is here we need to draw him to the point of no return.”
Marco pretended to be Sora’s bodyguard; escorting her through the crowd and ushering others aside as he walked her towards the table where Charlie and Elena Duran were seated. Charlie applauded as Sora approached his table.
“The lovely Ms. Sora.” He said.
“Mr. Charlie Duran.” She responded.
“Your reputation precedes you.”
“I’m a big fan.” He replied as his eyes looking her over.
Marco stood there at Sora’s side silently. He could tell by the look in Charlie’s eyes that he was mentally undressing Sora with his eyes. He struggled to keep his composure. Everything within Marco wanted to just shoot Duran right here; especially after everything that he had witnessed in that hotel room through the lens of a rifle scope and what he had captured on film to return to Geist with. He had wanted nothing more than to have taken the shot when he had the chance.