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thirty-ninth floor of
the building. The floors in between are not my own. They’re owned by the hotel,
and my guests are simply allowed to stay there if they wish. I step out into my
office and inhale deeply with relief as I look around at all the windows
surrounding me. The building comes to a point at the top, and the last floor,
my office, is only eighteen thousand square feet.
    Directly in the center of the room is my desk, and off to
the north side of the building is a suite built in with a bathroom in case I
have the urge to stay overnight. I have one rule. I never bring a woman up here
to that suite because that would be mixing business with pleasure, and every
business owner in Vegas knows that mixing the two can get a man into trouble.
    This is my sanctuary, and I like it that way. Up here, no
one can see in the windows unless they’re in a helicopter and that’s not often.
At night, it’s as though I can reach up and touch the stars during the off
season when the light pollution has decreased. I sit down in the cushy, leather
chair and flip up my laptop. It’s time to look at my finances and make sure
that everything is running smoothly. I’m not a greedy man, so when my profits
drop a little I keep my prices the same. In the end, it all evens out.
    I glance around at the lack of decorations in here and vow
to get a painting somewhere. This place lacks personality, but like I said,
mixing business and pleasure can be dangerous. I have a phone call to make to
Hector, but I’m putting it off as long as I can. He doesn’t pose much of a
threat to me in this moment. If his boss come calling, then I might actually
worry a little before I took action.
    I login to the bank accounts for my business and shuffle money
around to allow employees to order new supplies for this weekend, and then I do
the accounting. Two years ago I took quite a few accounting classes so that I
would understand the complications of this business. I still have a company
that takes care of the taxes, but I’m educated enough that they have to keep me
in the loop, and I understand what they’re doing.
    It takes me three hours to take care of business, and then I
start going through the VIP list for this weekend. Most of them are new
celebrities looking for a fresh place to have parties. I have to be careful of
whom books one. Politics amongst celebrities can be almost as bad as the
politics between world governments. If things are not taken care of with
finesse then wars might break out, and I don’t want my club’s name mentioned in
them.
    Other business owners might pit celebrities against one
another to get any type of public relations, but I’m not desperate. Besides, I
prefer my women to have their eyes not scratched out. Clearing my throat as I
work, my ears prick when I hear the elevator bell ding. There are only a few
people who have the pass code to this floor, yet I’m always on alert when I don’t
get a call first. As soon as I see the tight, leather pants and the white,
button up shirt I relax.
    Anna’s platinum blonde pixie haircut has always attracted my
attention because it frees the perfect features of her face. I’ve made a rule
against sleeping with employees, and I’m pretty sure that she’s not interested.
Her stilettos are quiet as she crosses the sea of carpet towards my desk. Instead
of sitting down on one of the chairs for guests, she sits down on the corner of
the mahogany top and crosses her arms over her average chest.
    I see an argument in her eyes before she even begins to
speak.
    “Do you know what time it is?” She asks me strongly. I can
admire a strong woman as much as I can admire a shy woman, but Anna gives the
air that if she doesn’t get her way she’ll take heads off. I need a woman like
that running the bar so that no one gives her shit.
    “It’s close to your two year anniversary here.” I lean back
in the chair and cross my arms over my chest as I study her. When she starts to
bristle,