Entering the Masque through the VIP entrance he was greeted by the same teller as before. He was beginning to think she was the only one who monitored this entrance and perhaps he was right. After all, she would be the only one to see her clientele without the masks and knew their identities. Since the club prided itself on its discretion the fewer people who knew the true identities of their clients the better.
“Hello Doctor Pierce. You’re not here to start another fight are you?”
“No. Actually I want to apologize for that. I left rather quickly and I assumed you would bill my account for the damages…but I noticed you hadn’t yet.”
“The owner handled it in house for our clients’ convenience,” she managed a thin smile.
“I prefer to pay,” Marcus said. “I’m the one who caused the ruckus.
