.." Mrs. Richards, please calm down and lower your voice," said Mr.Velasquez. "I've been through a tough divorce as well recently, so I canrelate, but... that doesn't mean I can allow or condone this behavior." I'm sorry," said Mrs. Richards, fighting back tears. "And I know youcan't, especially in a place like this." Here, dry off please young lady, and you're going to need to get in theshower rather quickly," said Mr. Velasquez, handing Hunter a towel."We're going to pretend this didn't happen,. “Look, I work here. I’m the operations manager. I helped lay the flagstone that you’re standing on. I know where I’m going.”“I’m sure you do, ma’am,” he said, apologetically. “We’re under strict orders not to allow guests to be unattended.”“Ugh, whatever,” I spat. The guard gratefully extended his hand forward, allowing me to walk through the turnstile first. I walked briskly past him. He followed through the turnstile and sped up to walk along-side of me toward the castle. We walked down an. James Griffin had a special work to do, and he was determined to do it well. There were some financial problems, which he hoped to solve with the money from this job. Waiting on the 8th floor, at the end of the corridor, James saw her as she came out of the elevator. Her name was Jessica Somers, 27 year old attorney from Chicago. The woman looked exactly like the pictures he had seen of her. Beautiful, confident, arrogant. A young woman obsessed with her job. She turned gracefully on her heels. I got under the blanket, but not the sheets. She turned away from me, but immediately scooted back up to me. I spooned her firmly, the sheets blocking actual contact but we could feel each other’s warm bodies.She took my outside hand and clasped it between both of hers, holding it gently. My other hand slid under my own pillow, under my head. I whispered to her.“Are you and Chuck-the-fuckless-wonder married? Kids?”She laughed, “No, neither, thank God. But we are engaged. Were engaged. I’m not.