Chapter 71: Infectious Disease

He was past fifty, sporting a hefty paunch, balding with only a fringe around the sides, a fleshy, jowly face; when he smiled, it was downright sleazy. Age hadn't cooled his appetite. From the moment he laid eyes on Lauryn Tibbert, his beady, lecherous stare never left her. The private room was on the eighth floor. The boss led everyone up; the dishes were already laid out, waiting for their arrival. Once everyone was seated, Richard Zerba stood up with a grin. "Lauryn, this is the friend I told...