‘I don’t think the lady is interested in your company.’ Startled, Lori looked up into the face of a man in his late forties. He was dressed in w...hat looked like an expensive business suit. ‘Look, buster,’ the drunk lurched to his feet, ‘I’m talkin’ to this chick. You fuck off. Go find some other chick if you want one, this one’s mine.’ ‘I’m here to meet my daughter for dinner,’ the man in the suit said softly, ‘And I assure you that neither of us want you to join us. If you don’t leave, I’ll be. It was two in the morning, and the halls were empty. They soon reached the thick, gold plated doors leading to Mitch's personal quarters. Liv used her lock pick set to make short work of the lock. Silently, they slipped through the door; an uneasy feeling grew in the pits of their stomachs. The walls were covered in green marble. Only a few lights illuminated the hallway and its plush red carpet. Each door had a nameplate next to it. Next to the room marked Jacuzzi, was one labeled Mitch. My eye fell on the garage, an older affair separate from the house besides the carport roof that connected the two, and I picked up my bucket of cleaning supplies, heading into my husband’s lair. As I entered through the small side door, there was a definite feeling of intrusion. I never came in here. There was a reason it was called a MAN cave. Still, I was on a cleaning rampage. I was surprised as I pinned the door open with my bucket. There was a small refrigerator, an easy chair, and a. What was your name?’ ‘Tell her it’s John, from the conference.’ ‘Okay, if you’ll please have a seat,’ her hand gestured towards one of the two leather chairs bracketing a table against the far wall. John moved over and sat down and a moment later a man in a navy with gray hair walked out. He immediately went to the receptionist and John listened as he scheduled his next appointment. Once the man exited out the front door the receptionist got up and walked into the door the man had just exited..