Tony
I want to DJ at your club. Pepper beams at me like her face is lit by a 1000 watt bulb. She just burst in my office after I left her a couple hours ago to rest up for the evening and is holding her notepad up for me to read.
For the last three days she’s let me show her all over Vegas.
Hugh’s still hanging around; I guess he doesn’t exactly consider himself fired. I would throw him out, but I think his nuts should still be on the line for the money, so I figure I’ll let him stay here like the scared little rabbit, sweating the money and her shows and having no control over how it’s gonna go.
Her parents started calling yesterday, even though she texted that she can’t talk. I gather they disagree with her decision to axe Hugh.
I took her to see Sondra’s art gallery, the giant Ferr
