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He places a red sticky note on her application as we continue through the pile.
“Fabio, I’ve got some dishes for you to sample when you get a chance.” The new chef sticks his head out of the kitchen.
“Be there in a minute,” I call.
We go through the last of the applications, and I stand, following the pleasant aromas to the kitchen. The new chef gets to work, plating dishes and presenting them to me.
“You first,” I say.
“I’m sorry?” he asks, confused.
“You try it first.” Some might call me paranoid; I call it vigilant.
He takes a bite of each dish, and I make him wait while I take a phone call—just to give the food a few minutes to digest. I hang up, and since he hasn’t keeled over, I grab a fork and twirl it in a bowl of spaghetti before bringing the steaming bite to my mouth.
“What is this?” I ask, mid-bite.
“Lobster meets spaghetti in a bold fusion of?—”
“Get out and don’t ever come back.”
He scurries away, and I spit out the abomination into the trash can. “Sous chef, you’re up to bat. House rule: lobster and spaghetti do not belong in the same sentence.”
“Understood.”
I walk to my office and take a seat behind my newly delivered mahogany desk. Opening the safe, I go through Sergio’s hand-written ledgers. I’m trying to make sense of all the abbreviations and numbers, and why we seem to be in the red at one particular backroom gambling hall.
A knock on my office door sounds, and I put away the ledgers before checking the security feed. Walking over to the door, I escort The Diamond’s head of security inside my office.
“Have a seat,” I tell him, and he does so. Reaching in my desk drawer, I produce an envelope of cash and slide it over to him.
My new associate peeks inside before placing the cash in his jacket pocket. “Construction cameras are ‘malfunctioning’ at the moment,” he reports. “There’s a three-hour window to sabotage the Phoenix Construction worksite, should anyone be so inclined.”
“Excellent. And John Davis?” I ask.
“Need a better picture of the guy before I can run him against our facial recognition software,” he tells me.
“Who’s on his construction crew?” I ask.
He produces a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket and hands it to me. “Here’s the list of workers. Names could be fake,” he warns.
“I’ll run them just in case. And Katerina’s schedule for the week?”
Producing another paper, he slides it over. “She’s working this evening.”
Examining her schedule, I tell him, “I want her working the first shift from here on out.”
“I’ll speak to the pit boss, but you gotta know, if Katerina doesn’t get a few night shifts, she’s going to raise hell—those are the best shifts, especially on the weekends for dealers to make some big bucks in tokes.”
“I’ll handle Katerina; you just make sure her schedule gets changed.”
“Consider it done.” We rise and shake on it, and I escort him out of my office.
Kitty Kat’s going to be all riled up. I can’t wait.
Taking a seat behind my desk, I unlock my desk drawer and grab her panties, bringing the fabric scraps to my nose and inhaling deeply. I wanted nothing more than to bury my dick inside her sweet pussy after she came all over my tongue, but smarter heads prevailed. Darius would’ve fucked me up if he knew my face was buried between his cousin’s legs at his stepdaughter’s party.
Switching out my party favor for my pistol, I lock up my desk before exiting my office. “Let’s go,” I tell my crew from the doorway.
