Words that Cuts

Emily’s POV I was sitting on the stool chair in front of the bar counter when a man sat beside me. I turned to him and he stared at me knowingly before he nodded and walked away. I immediately followed him to the VIP room of this bar and locked the door. We made it look like we’re hooking up, so even if someone’s watching, no suspicions would arise. He bowed his head. “I’m at your service, Miss. What do you want me to do?” He was my dad’s loyal butler. When dad was forced to leave the mafia organization because of his condition, his loyal men departed and separated ways but they left their contact and now I need them. I lifted my chin. “I need you to find someone and investigate someone.” He nodded. “I just need the name, Miss.” I handed him the piece of paper where I wrote Matt, Attorney Lee and Connor Foster’s name. He immediately accepted and read it. “I’ll do everything I can do, Miss.” “Stay for two more hours,” I said when he bowed, asking permission to leave. I pointed at the ta