"Send the picture to me," Don Denzel said.
As soon as he received it on his phone from the bartender, he sent it to his two bodyguards.
"Make sure that this woman doesn't leave this club."
Anyone who gives a job like that would either be around or in hiding. In this matter, Denzel was certain that this woman was still around the walls of this club.
Then he turned to the people around and first excused Elsie. "You can go, but your employee stays until her accusations are proven innocent."
Sighing with relief, Elsie did not utter another word before she hurried out of the booth. The bartender was helpless, standing there without being offered a seat.
The two gigolos also hoped that Cinderella would be found on time for them to be set free, but a faint voice warmed the atmosphere, as all the frost melted from Don Denzel's eyes.
"Aless, my head aches."
Can you guess what the decree was?