Inside Max's House

"Hari, what's the matter?" Trina asks, concerned. Max is quicker, though, and immediately notices the paper sticking out of my knickers. He raises an eyebrow bemusedly. "Don't think you can hide anything from me, girl. If you want to work for me you have to trust me. Now get inside before someone else sees you."

Embarrassed and angry, I consider running, but even if I could make it back to the shelter without being seen I wouldn't have any guarantee of safety. So, I reluctantly enter Max's house.

"Please, let me explain." I beg as he closes the door behind us. "I'm afraid I misled Trina here. I'm not actually a prostitiute! If you just let me..."

"Give me that paper, now!" he says, quite harshly. Exposed and vulnerable as I am before him, I have no choice but to obey. I fear if I refuse, he may try to take it by force and destroy the last scrap of clothing left to me. I quickly hand the page over, and am grateful when he hands me back my torn chemise. I wrap it around my shoulders, and shrink away from him as he examines the document. Trina comes beside me and asks what's going on. She seems confused, and hurt that I decieved her. I apologize, talking in whispers as Max studies the page.

After a few moments, he turns back to me and asks "Who are you, and where did you get this?"

I step forward nervously and ask, "Do you know of a man named Gustav?"

1. He curses and spits. "That arrogant bastard? How the hell are you involved with him?" I explain the situation.
2. "Never heard of him." Hmm, so perhaps Gustav's not involved with prostitution after all.
3. "He's my father,"

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