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“We aren’t that far behind where we were last year.” Tyler walked to the closet to start pulling boxes down from the shelf.
“Let me remind you. We fucking lost the bet last year. What the hell are you doing, now? We need to go through our to-do list and prioritize.”
Elijah could barely hear Tyler’s response from deep inside the walk-in closet. “I’m pulling down the roulette wheel supplies and the signage. Remember, we were going to go through the kink list and order the new signs so we get them in time.”
Shit. He was right.
Once Tyler was done in the closet, Elijah hit him up with his next question. “When the hell is Jaxson gonna tell us who he picked to do the judging this year? Have you heard anything about who they are looking at?”
A lot of their fate in the competition was going to rest in the hands of random judges that his bosses, the owners, chose to do the judging.
When Tyler didn’t answer, Elijah sighed, looking up to find Tyler glaring at him with concern instead.
“What?” Elijah prodded, clearly missing something.
“He sent us an email with the judging details three days ago. Didn’t you read it?”
Fuck. No.
Reaching for his mouse, he dug into his email, looking for the missing email while making what was becoming his go-to lame excuse, “I’ve been a little busy.”
He almost had to ask Tyler to forward the mail before finally finding it in his trash folder. Not only had he not read it, but he’d somehow managed to delete one of the most important emails he’d been waiting for.
Double fuck.
Elijah quickly scanned the brief message, hoping he wouldn’t hate the judges that Jaxson had picked.
“Shit. So, the overall winners from East last year are coming here to judge us and Jax picked Jack Tanner and his sub from last year’s competition here at West to go out East. Not sure how I feel about this. I was hoping he’d have Cash or maybe Covington judge this year. Either of them would be a friendly for us.”
“Yeah, well Chase told me they wanted to keep things as even as possible so having previous roulette pairs flip flopping clubs helped keep things even.”
“What the hell do we know about this guy, Elliott Wallace? Master Elliott?”
“I pumped Chase for what he knew. He didn’t say much, just that the guy is really into fire play and is a pretty experienced Dom.”
Elijah couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. He switched gears. “When was the last time we saw Jack Tanner in the club?”
He didn’t like the sour look on Tyler’s face. “I don’t remember, which isn’t good.”
Elijah agreed. He didn’t even have to voice his next thought because Tyler had already pulled his phone out of his pocket, adding, “I’m texting him now. Inviting him to come in next weekend cuz we miss him.”
“Don’t lay it on too thick,” he warned, knowing the private investigator wasn’t stupid. He was gonna figure out they were gonna try to woo his support in his upcoming voting.
He changed the subject, “Did the construction crew get here on time today?”
He had to wait for Tyler to put his phone away and answer. “They were here when I got here.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
Tyler looked away sheepishly. “How the fuck would I know? I only got here about twenty minutes before you did.”
Rather than saying something he’d regret, Elijah stomped out of the office, headed out to inspect the two construction projects they had underway.
First stop, the theater. He was relieved to hear the pounding underway right up until the minute he walked into the small space.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Sure, they’d needed better seating for the Roulette pairing ceremony, but what the hell had he done? The room was gutted. Completely and wholly empty. The only thing remaining in the previously elegant theater were piles of rubble from the torn-up walls and flooring. Even the drop ceiling had been removed, exposing plumbing and electrical pipes.
