I have no idea what the codes for his security computer screens are and I definitely do not want to try hacking in. But there’salso no television and I don’t have the patience or amount of calm necessary to just sit down and “be comfortable.”
So I pace around the room a few times. Sit on the lavish futon, test its bounciness, hop back up and pace some more. I tellmyself he has something to sleep on in here because he’s dedicated to his work, not because he entertains dates or trial runs hisescorts himself.
Not that it would bother me if he did.
You dirty, rotten liar.
I shake myself clear of those thoughts and lean against his desk, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows I don’t rememberseeing from the main floor of the casino’s pit.
It takes me a moment to realize
