"So Phillip Morgan, I see you are wanted by the police. Good thing I found you before they did. Prison is such a horrible place for a pretty boy like you."
I said nothing as she continued to grin at me. To her left she held up my attache case.
'Nice bundle of cache you have here, Phillip. Mattress money? Poker winnings? No? What then? Perhaps your share of a jewelry store heist?"
I said nothing as she dropped the case and leaned forward. She had a very menacing look on her face. I wasn't sure just what this woman had in mind but my gut instinct told me that I wasn't going to like it.
"I think in this instance we can do both of us some good. Since you have fallen into my lap, I presume you are going to have no objections to the future I and my sister have planned for you, correct?"
I had no idea what she was talking about but at this juncture I didn't see that I had much of a choice so I just nodded my head. I was stuck here and would have to make the best of this bad situation.
"No Mistress Gina," I answered.
"Good. Then we will get started. You will begin a training program after which you will be in my employ. You give me any trouble and I will make one phone call to the police."