Last hope shattered

Sammy’s hard edge softened the moment she closed the VVIP door behind her. In the dim light of the suite she looked every inch the temptress she cultivated for cameras and patrons alike. Tonight she wore smoky-red lingerie that clung to her like a promise; she lounged on the king-size bed as if the world were a stage and she the center of attention. A phone was tucked to her ear. With the other hand she toyed with a silk sheet, humming softly, her voice low and deliberately indulgent. She didn’t need to pretend, this was familiar territory. This room belonged to the chairman, a man whose favors opened doors most actresses only dreamed of. Sammy worked him like a master key. The so-called chairman happened to be Brian’s father, whom Sammy had been using to keep her role by Brian’s side stable, until Emma ruined it for her. However, Sammy Johnson isn't a quitter. Two plans had failed but she had more to explore. “Stop keeping me waiting,” she teased into the line, a smile in her voice. “