Chapter 14
Thud, thud, thud—
A pair of thick legs, clad in dark red plush slippers, stepped down the wooden stairs.
Holding the phone receiver, Oliver’s gaze cautiously shifted upward. He saw Madame Slav, dressed in a floral nightgown, descending the stairs. Her slippers tapped impatiently against the wooden floor.
A heavy, beast-like breathing echoed above him.
Oliver forced a smile, avoiding eye contact with the thick, arm-sized forearms crossed over her chest. “Madame Slav, my boss said he’ll be here in an hour.”
The sound of rushing wind whipped past his ears, followed by the landing of a hand large enough to cover a doorframe, accompanied by a low grunt.
“You’ve done well.”
For a moment, Oliver thought she was about to crush his skull. Time seemed to slow, and his life flashed before his eyes in a series of fleeting memories.
But the massive hand gently landed on Oliver’s tangled, nest-like brown hair.