But you're still an asshole. Here. You shamelessly stole me from my family for two weeks.

“I won’t deny it,” René sighed wistfully.

"And go to hell...

“I’m the devil myself,” René laughed carelessly. Now fly, my angel.

Il glared angrily at the rosy-cheeked porter and walked up to the wide marble staircase covered with a thick red carpet. From the glass doors with gold, a tall beauty came out to her, to whom Il hesitantly held out a business card.

“We have been waiting for you, Mistress,” she bowed and smiled broadly.

Two elderly porters with funny caps on their gray tops opened their doors in front of Il,...