Lila stood in the damp, trash-fill

rt. She pressed her thumb against the biometric scanner n

employee locker room. It smelled strongly of

c folding knife and slid it carefully under the insole of her black, non-slip shoe.

itresses down a long, concrete hallway. They

her like a p

the thick, smoke-filled air over a massive dance floor. The main hall of The Obsid

ob was to clear empty glasses and wipe u

a wrinkled Wall Street suit stumbled up to

Lila's wrist. His grip was

e slapped a thick wad of hundred-dollar bills onto the

ace perfectly blank. She rotated her wrist sharply,

an the bar," she said, forc

ached out again, tryi

hand swiped empty air and slamme

rty glasses and turned away, walking quickl

to the industrial washer

ive men in black suits stood in front of them. Their jackets bulged at the armpits. Those

Clumsy

s marching toward her. He had a thin mustache a

nd down her body, lingering on her chest before movi

ands shake. She purposely bumped her elbow against the

ed with a

over the music. "That comes out

d stormed aw

e glass. She smiled. She had successful

peak. Lila was carrying a tray

he music by a third. A ripple of ner

doors of the gold

ling wal

top two buttons undone. He moved with the lazy, dangerous grace of an apex

d her back to the elevators. She grabbed a rag and started w

ight. She tracked his movement

aisle, heading for the front exi

behind the bar, his

fraction

he weight of his gaze hit the back

Leo walked out the front door

bar, her hands shaking viol