Page 14 of Business vs. Pleasure

Well they’re not working and I don’t like that.

“Fucking hell.” The biggest downside of places like this besides supporting capitalist bloodsuckers was the owners’ obsession with surveillance equipment. Especially for that low-profile assassin, having a camera in his face every time he moved was… inconvenient.

I’m going to send the building manager over. The cameras aren’t working.

It’s fine. I don’t like having cameras everywhere.

The cameras are for YOUR protection.

The door has three deadbolts and a code.

They’re also for MY protection and they’re not optional.

Isn’t it a violation of TOS to have them in the bedroom and bathroom?

Ugh fine we can leave those inactive.

So you admit they exist.

There was blessed silence after that, which let Ricardo focus on assembling his weapon in peace.

That is, right up until he opened one of the living room windows a whole two inches so he could dial in his scope.

Why is the main window open? Are you smoking in the condo?

Smoking is not allowed in the unit or you will be assessed a $2,500 cleaning fee.

I will call the police if a neighbor smells marijuana.

I like fresh air. I’m not smoking.

I want those cameras reactivated immediately. I need proof that you’re not smoking.

Ricardo rolled his eyes and muttered so much blasphemy, he marveled that his grandmother didn’t materialize to smack him with a Bible. He did not have time for this. Had he not been trying to hide his face, he’d have snapped a selfie while giving the finger and sent that to the owner.

Finally, he decided to go nuclear.

Keep texting me, and I’ll send the screenshots of you admitting there’s cameras where there shouldn’t be. Then I’ll set up cameras of my own and send you a high-definition live feed while I have sex with my husband on every surface in this condo.

OMG!

One more bullshit text, and you’ll never be able to use a blacklight in this place without blinding someone.

No more messages came through. Well, apart from one notifying him of an increased cleaning fee. Whatever. At least he had some peace and quiet.

Well. For a few minutes.

August

Just so we’re clear, he’d better be dead before the appetizers come out.

Or what?

Or I won’t let you near my mouth or ass for a week. A month. A month, Ricardo!

LOL You’d just be punishing yourself and you know it.

I’ll tell L’Avia you forgot my birthday.