Alla put her espresso cup down and dialed on her cell phone. The little café near the Potomac was open at this hour. She’d left the Highland Hotel early this morning and took a cab to her actual hotel not far away. “What?” the voice on the other end answered. Alla sighed. “That’s no way to greet a business partner.” The voice lowered. “Now isn’t a good time.” “Too bad.” Since her current business wasn’t going as smoothly as it used to and she’d lost a huge profit over the last few weeks, she’d come up with another plan. Granted her shipment of girls from Miami paid nicely, but she was used to more. “I want four million dollars transferred to a Swiss account. I’ll let you know the account number later --” “What the hell are you talking about?” the voice whispered. “You heard me.” “I am not paying you four million in anything.” She laughed. “Oh, yes, my dear, you most certainly will.” “Just what makes you think that?” Alla tapped her finger on the table top.
