To Entertain Her Client-honda Momo... | -ds-she Went

Honda nodded once. “Deal.”

She went to entertain her client. She left with a war. -DS-She Went to Entertain Her Client-Honda Momo...

He didn’t smile. “Sit.”

The room was sterile. No champagne, no dimmed lights, no velvet chaise. Instead, a single metal table held a polished, fist-sized object—a fusion reactor core, humming with a faint blue light. And behind the table, a man in a grey suit sat motionless, his hands folded. Honda nodded once

Outside, the rain stopped. The neon still bled. And Momo, the entertainer who was never just an entertainer, walked out of the penthouse with a new client, a new purpose, and a bomb in her heel that was now a promise. He didn’t smile

“I’ll find your daughter’s memories,” Momo said, standing. “But when I do, you’re going to help me kill the man who sold me out.”