Greta had not left her room for very good reasons, the entire hotel now suspected she was a villain. It was true that she had an association with Kramer, but she was not the man himself, just someone bound to him. With first her ignorance and then when she was not so blind, the threat of sexual slavery kept her loyal to him.

Perhaps on Mr. MacRoth could understand, his wife was under that same threat as it appeared. Yet, due to the circumstances he would not sympathize. She was depending wholly on Kramer, and the others had left. It was then Kramer entered the room without a sound as he always did.

“The plane left for Sri-Lanka this morning, you appear to have missed it.” Greta glared at him from the balcony and replied harshly,

“I won’t do your dirty work anymore.” Kramer approached her from behind and laid his hands on her shoulders,

“ You won’t, as a family friend, I will be hesitant to sell you, but my conscience is all but dead.” He stated with a smirk on his features. “Your red hair and blue eyes will be a precious commodity to a Russian I know.” Greta looked at the pyramids ahead of her, those blue eyes never flinching.

“I don’t fear you.” She said with a small tremor in her voice that was otherwise undetectable. Kramer caught it and flamboyantly smelled Greta’s hair.

“You don’t, I have no gripes about selling you if I can kill a pregnant woman walking I a rose garden I can sell a family friend into slavery.” Greta tensed and broke herself away from Kramer, her silence was adamant. “Is that how you want it? I will make it that way. If you choose to leave this hotel within the weekend, when the Russian arrives, I will be even less lenient.” Kramer barked and stalked out of the room.

She could not leave, her entire fortune had fallen into Kramer’s hands and she was too proud to ever admit it to others.