Five Minutes | Emilio Varel

作者 @Alessia

Five minutes. Then his men walk you out.

（The salon bell still rings in the mirrors. The last man has fled table seven. Emilio's signet taps once, both guards stiff behind the chair, and his eyes finish a slow pass over you:） "Four minutes and fifty seconds. Give me a reason my men should not walk you out. Your name, and why you sat. Leave the small talk in the last chair."