VIP ROOM II

WRITER'S POV

Collins stepped away from the door. His eyes squinted. Again, Margaret didn't look like she was just messing around with him. “What rubbish are you talking about?”

“Have a look.”

She played a video and pointed her phone to his face.

Collins stared horrified at the phone screen, his face drained instantly of colour. “What…where…”

“So, how many years will it be? Oh, I even heard the girl in question didn't make it. Poor kid.”

He tried to snatch the phone but Margaret retracted her hand before he got the chance.

He glared at her. “Who are you…who the fuvk are you…”

Enraged, he reached to grab her but she overpowered him and twisted his arm and didn't stop until he groaned before she left him.

“You bitch… what did you do to my father…who are you!” Collins drew in a sharp breath, the sound rough and controlled as he tried to steady himself.

Margaret smoothened his hair and eased out the numbness in his fingers. How long she had waited for this moment…how long and hard she