Sheikh al Hamar came back to Halim’s suite two hours later. He walked in with a briefcase full of cash and a lecherous grin.
“I said I wouldn’t pay until I broke her hymen. But here, as a show of good faith, I brought the cash.”
Halim took the briefcase and brought it into his room, popping it open for a second to estimate the amount of money inside, so as not to offend the sheikh by doubting his honesty.
There were two rows of bills, each five bills wide. The bills were all 100s and were held together with rubber bands in bundles of one hundred bills each. The bundles were stacked ten high.
Halim smiled. He wasn’t too worried about al Hamar cheating him, but he was always paranoid.
Al Hamar was pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands together, mumbling to himself, when Halim came out of his bedroom.
“Did you bring someone to carry her?” Halim asked.
“A million bucks, and she doesn’t come with delivery service?” al Hamar responded.
“Excuse me, sir, but I don’t have anyone here. Gilad, that bullheaded cousin of mine, is in Tampa taking care of the club. I thought you always traveled with security.”
“You exercise, don’t you? Carry her yourself,” the Sheikh said with a sneer.
“I do, but…”
“Oh, I’m just kidding with you. I brought someone.” Al Hamar opened the door, and a large man entered from the hallway.
Halim led them both into Sonya’s room. She was lying in bed, unconscious, still in her dress from the night before.
Al Hamar nodded at his bodyguard, who stomped toward the bed and hoisted Sonya into his arms.
The Sheikh leaned his head down and peeked up Sonya’s dress, which rode up her body when the goon picked her up. As he leered, he licked his lips, and his face flushed red.
“No free peaks for any perverts in the hallway,” he said with an evil laugh as he pulled the dress back down Sonya’s legs.
The men walked out of the bedroom.
“Have you been tipping the staff, Halim?” al Hamar asked just before they left the suite.
Halim frowned.
“I knew it,” al Hamar continued. “You are still a cheapskate. Pull out a few of those 100s I gave you and hand them out to any porters or concierges who give us a funny look. Tell them our little friend here is sick but there’s no need to call a doctor, we’re taking care of everything.”
“Of course, sir,” Halim replied with an even deeper frown as he went to his room and begrudgingly took five 100s out of the briefcase.
When he came back, al Hamar was laughing, and even the stone-faced bodyguard was grinning.
“Halim, you idiot, I was joking. I never tip either. People should respect me simply out of fear. Nobody will say a word, because this hotel is owned by our friend Ivan Veselov now.”
Halim slipped the money into his pocket and opened the door.
“Should I come with you?” he asked the sheikh.
“No, don’t bother. Spend some of that little pile of money I gave you. Call up a few hookers. The Ayoub brothers can recommend the best in town,” al Hamar said, giving Halim a patronizing pat on the back. Then he looked at Sonya. “I don’t know how you resisted this one, though. I guess you needed the money. I wouldn’t know what that’s like.”
Halim responded to the sheikh’s comment with a fake smile. Al Hamar strutted down the hall, his bodyguard carrying the sheikh’s new toy behind him.
When he was alone in the suite, Halim went to inspect the money more closely. Now, he flipped through each stack of bills to make sure there was nothing but 100s. He smiled again, but this time it wasn’t a fake smile.
Halim didn’t like to pay women for sex. He had another method. He pulled out the spray bottle from his pocket, looked at it, and nodded his head with a sinister grin. It was time to go out to a bar, meet a girl, drug her, lure her back to his room, and celebrate his latest business success.
But as we know, an irate Russian would crash that party the next morning.