I really did not expect that I would be staring at those women all night. I sat by myself in the private room the whole time. No one came over to me to request a toast. Josephine caught my attention several times, her brows twitching here and there. Seizing an opportunity, she urged me to pluck up the courage and face the challenge confidently. In turn, I obeyed her. Bringing my glass to the front, I proposed a toast to each of the men present. But nothing else happened after that. At first, I thought they were young and inexperienced, and probably disinclined to have physical contact with the ladies. But, after three rounds, more and more women entered the room, yet I was never chosen to sit next to any of the men. I was on the brink of giving up. I let myself sit on one side like a fool, watching the rest of them play games and down one glass after another. What a waste of time!
After a while, Gerald got up to use the bathroom. Spotting my chance, I rushed forward and caught up to him.
Gerald looked at me with interest and asked, “Hey pretty, you've been by yourself the whole time, haven't you? Bored yet?”
I did not spare him any courtesy, and got straight to the point instead, “Why isn’t anyone asking for me? Are you all conspiring to leave me out?” If I were looking into a mirror then, I would have seen how mad I was.
Gerald got out a cigarette from the case in his pocket and lit it up, his eyes squinting. Next, he took a deep breath. The lingering smoke formed a variety of shapes before my eyes. Frowning, I backed away. “You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?”
Gerald smiled blandly. Then, he spoke, “You're Mr. Adler's woman. You should know by now. Who do you think would dare to cross him?”