A mixture of question and promptness proceeds you as you enter my office.
As you approach my desk I can't help drink in your youth and beauty, I would have bent you over this desk long ago if it weren’t for my business and pleasure rule. That and the fact your dad, a seriously connected backer in this casino, had asked me to take you on as a favor. You have been with me for about two and a half years and in that time I have learned to endure your innocent school girl appearance and sweet disarming smile, plus, I must admit, you aren't a half bad secretary.
I lean forward my facial expression going cold and stern, I look strait into your eyes in a way only I can;
“Emily have you ever heard of a company called West Coast Management?”
A nervous smile spreads across your face as you tell me sweetly that you are not familiar with said company.
I sink back into my chair and stare into your big blue eyes. She's lying, I think to myself, you don't spend as much time as I have in the gambling world without learning a thing or two about reading people and body language.
“A funny thing Emily” I say as I lean forward and ruffle the paperwork on my desk, "I have all these invoices for all this work that never seems to have been done and I'm told by accounting that authorization to pay these bills came from this office". I return my eyes to yours, pausing to watch your reaction and then add, “and you want to know something else funny Emily, It turns out your brother works for West Coast Management.”
“Is there something you would like to tell me? And I warn you to think carefully about the next words that come out of your mouth!”
I watch as you unconsciously wring your hands and there is a noticeable quiver in your voice as you softly remind me how long you have been my secretary and how I should trust you by now.
Your words stoke an already building fire, “Trust….TRUST! I did trust you Emily and this is how you repay me?” I move from behind the desk circling behind you then bend down to place my head next to yours and whisper in your ear; “did you really think you and your brother could steal from me?” I linger for a second my eyes gazing down the front of your sheer blouse and a plan begins to form in my brain. Maintaining my position I can see your heart begin to beat faster, “ I WILL get my money back Emily and it seems as though there are only two questions, one, does your brother live or die? and two, do you go to jail for the rest of your life?”