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herself, but that would’ve been against her business code.
    “Girl, I ain’t scared. I know what happened to Sylvia was purely a coincidence. When and where you need me to meet him? It’s not bad that I heard he has a big dick too!” Camille joked, but was very serious at the same time.
    “I’ll email everything to you later. I just wanted to know if you would do the job first and now that I know you will, I’ll let him know tonight. Now go ahead and get on your job and make that congressman have a night he’ll never forget.” Jani’rah said as she stood up to see Camille out.
    The sound of Sylvia’s name boiled Jani’rah’s blood. Sylvia was a beautiful, full Puerto Rican escort that Jani’rah showed a lot of interest in until money started to come up short; which was a no no for Jani’rah. Being the ruthless woman that she was, Jani’rah purposely set Sylvia up on a job with Romero and told him to tip her an extra $1,000 and she’d pay him back. It was a test to see if Sylvia was actually holding money out on Jani’rah because although it was a tip, Jani’rah was still owed a piece of all money received. When Sylvia came back to give Jani’rah her cut, she came up short. Jani’rah didn’t let Sylvia know that she knew she was holding out. She had other plans to end the foolery once and for all.
    The next day the six o’clock news reported that Sylvia was found in Washington Park with her tongue removed and her fingers cut off. All eyes led to Romero because she was last seen with him, but with no other evidence, he was released free and clear. That’s when Sylvia’s family started to question whether Jani’rah might have had something to do with her murder. Sylvia’s family didn’t know what type of work she was in to, but they knew Jani’rah was her boss. Jani’rah was taken in for questioning, but nothing was done because the cops had no leads.
    That’s old news , Jani’rah thought to herself as she shook off any further thoughts of Sylvia. After another hour in the office, Jani’rah was ready to go home and relax. Melanie handled the rest of the profiling for the other client that called about an escort for the weekend; so business was done for the day. Jani’rah walked out of her office building, which was located in the middle of downtown’s shopping area and headed toward the street for her ride. One would think with the type of business that she ran, that Jani’rah wouldn’t be in such a busy part of town, but she had it all covered. Her office was located upstairs from her storefront that specialized in sex toys and gadgets. She also had a business next door to the store; a pole dancing class. For Jani’rah to have her hands all over the sex industry, she didn’t have a big sexual appetite. She’d only been with one man sexually in her entire thirty-three years on earth.
    When Jani’rah reached the Maybach, Hanz, her driver, quickly got out of the car and opened the door for her.
    “Where to Ms. J?” he asked as he got back in the driver’s seat.
    “Let’s stop by Gotham. I need to check on something.”
    “Sure thing Madame!” Hanz replied in a thick Haitian accent. They drove through downtown then up John Street. Hanz made a smooth right up Park Avenue and the car was quiet until they reached their destination—a small club on Wood Avenue named Allure. Hanz hurriedly stepped out of the car and made his way to Jani’rah’s door and opened it for her.
    “You’re too good to me Hanz,” she said and touched his cheek. Her Jimmy Choo pumps met the snow-filled concrete as she smoothed over her pin-striped skirt and black mink coat. A black Cadillac pulled in behind her Maybach. Two beefy bodyguards stepped out and walked alongside Jani’rah as they made their way into the club. Everyone greeted her as she entered and scanned the place. Although it was the middle of the day, it was packed with people. The large two-hundred-square-feet dance floor was filled with