Theo Rhodes said, a hint of impatience in his voice, "Come back when you have proof we did anything. I'm not so desperate that I'd sleep with a client. If my Master found out, I'd be in huge trouble."
At his words, Joan Jacobs's face paled. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words.
After a long moment of silence, she finally spat, "Proof, is it? Fine! I'm going to the hospital right now. You just wait!"
'As long as I can prove he and I slept together, I can use the opportunity to blackmail him for a good chunk of money. Then I'll just insist that he raped me. No one knows what really happened that night, so they'll believe whatever I say. Once that happens... this damn bastard who used me and tossed me aside... he still wants to be a reporter?'
'Heh... In his dreams.'
'As for all the dirt I gave him last night, it looks like he doesn't remember a thing. Nothing to worry about.'
And with that, Joan Jacobs left, a look of triumph on her face.
