Arslan sighs. “Your job is so much better than mine. I mean, Ispend my days gathering information and tracking old drunksaround the city. And you’re in your office having s*x withchicks for collateral.”
“If the promise of s*x will get you out of this room, then go,” Isay. “I’ll pay someone to have s*x with you; just go find theunlucky lady and ask her to name her price. But right now, forthe love of God, just leave.”
“Maybe I’ll double down on the accountant,” he says, wagginghis brows. “I can drop into the conference room on my way
out. No such thing as too much collateral, right?”
Something sharp pierces through me. “Don’t you even fuckinglook at her,” I bark before I can control it.
Arslan’s mouth turns up in a grin. “Message received,capitán.”
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