Back inside the room, Leo had lit a cigarette. The bright orange tip glowed briefly as he took a slow drag and exhaled with an air of detachment.
"Manager Hurt," Leo murmured, eyes narrowing. "What do you think?"
Hurt glanced toward the door.
"Useful. Her clothes and manners screamed money. Especially when big sister brought her."
"Umm…." Leo hummed, the smoke curling around his head like a haze.
"You got the money?"
"We are almost there," the manager replied. "Just a little more. Then you will be free."
Leo leaned back on the couch, cigarettes dangling from his fingers. "Good."
He stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, a faint smile on his lips.
But it wasn't the same gentle kind. It was something else entirely. Calculated. Cold. Dangerous.
Leo shifted on the couch, stretching his legs out. The dull ache in his calves from hours of standing on the set hadn't quite gone away, but it wasn't what bothered him.
