It seemed to Christobal that she had moved the hour hand with extra theatricality, so to show him that he only had a certain time with the prostitute. Oh well. Christobal was not going to be persuaded to pay for a brothel subscription. Not when he could often find women who'd sleep with him for free. It was easy, he only had to find some desperate woman whose parents didn't love her that much and promise her the world and she'd be his.

‘‘Thank you,’’ he replied. He downed the rest of his whiskey and placed it on her desk and then he was off to enjoy his evening.