Chương 8: Chapter 8

Now, as he stood in the shower, even the water that fell down on him felt rich. Surrounded by all this opulence, his eyes were closed, his body swaying. How easy it would be to get lost in this rich man’s world. The thought made his eyes open quickly and a red flag to fly high. Hurrying, he stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and hurried out. When he walked into the bedroom, he saw Grant’s naked body, his arms raised high as he stretched before the open doors of the balcony.

“My God, you’re an exhibitionist.”

“Where do you see people?”

Paris looked and saw the expanse of the park and buildings light-years away on the other side. “They might have telescopes.”

“And you might have a brain injury. You’d better get dressed. We’re due at the Slave Pen soon.”

The Slave Pen. He’d forgotten about that. “No,” he said and began getting dressed. “I’m leaving. After I get my money, I’m outta here.”

“But why do you want to leave? Wasn’t it good for you, too?”