Knock, knock, knock.
"Your Negroni, miss," came the voice from behind the door.
The two guards exchanged glances, then looked to their boss, who was now lighting a cigarette nonchalantly as he lounged back on the couch once more.
Across from him, Kaija sat unmoving, her head slightly inclined.
The shot had begun to take effect. Her legs felt heavy as lead, sinking into the floor. She could no longer tell where her body ended and the ground began.
"You," Max said, pointing the cigarette at the man on his left. "When she's fully out, carry her to my room."
Then he turned to the other guard. "And you, help your friend with the door and her belongings. Make it look like she got wasted and you're just helping her back to her room."
Then he gestured toward the door. "Let the waiter boy in. I'm going to stay and enjoy that Negroni she won't be tasting for quite a while. Make sure you cuff her hands to my bed and leave the key on the dining table before you go."
