Author's Point of view

The smell of cigar smoke and pricey fragrance filled the VVIP room, making the air oppressive. As Mr. Donahue, the pot bellied man, moved forward with a cunning smile on his face, Lily's uneasiness increased. She felt her skin crawl as his gaze wandered over her.

With a sleazy tone, he remarked, "You are a rare beauty, now I understand why you were sent."

Lily tensed, her hands gripping her purse. Even though she was feeling scared, she spoke steadily and stated, "I think there's been some misunderstanding.I don’t think that is related to the business I have here."

Donahue laughed in a low, raptor-like voice....