Claudia sat in the VIP section of the club, her fingers drumming against the glass table in anxiety. The music downstairs was loud, mixing with the screams and jubilation of the people, but up where Claudia was, it was quiet and more private. Even at that, she hated clubs for some odd reasons. If she wasn't desperate to meet someone like Sandro without raising any suspicion, she wouldn't have been here in the first place.
She glanced at her expensive wrist watch after waiting for some time and irritation bubbled under her skin. For how long did she have to wait for him? Of course she would have to wait till eternity, since the idiot only valued his time and not someone else's.
