Libia lay back on the hotel bed, between white sheets, wiping the sweat from her forehead before sitting up with a sore groin. She had fallen into temptation again, once more giving her body to Lison.

"I have to go," she said, suddenly getting up from the bed.

The man stared at the ceiling with a furrowed brow, seemingly not hearing her.

The young woman grabbed her clothes from the floor and put them on as quickly as she could.

"Where are the papers? I don’t want to see you again," she hurried to say, feeling a lump in her throat.

Lison turned his gaze to her.

"The folder is in my briefcase," he said, still frowning. "The briefcase is on the nightstand."

Libia had already finished getting dressed. She immediately grabbed the briefcase and opened it, her hands trembling as she held the folder.

"It’s the blue one," Tiodor informed her, giving her an intense look.

The young woman searched for a pen, leaned against the furniture, read through the papers, and signed them.

"You're very stup