Twenty-Three
Audrey
“Well, well, Miss Waits. I had my doubts about you, but this isn’t looking too shabby.”
I managed a stiff smile in acknowledgement of Gregory Perkinson’s praising tone as he took in the venue for his much-anticipated vodka launch. I say “much anticipated” mainly because I was anticipating the hell out of getting it over with and hopefully never having to work with him ever again.
“I’m glad you are pleased so far,” I said as two poker dealers with only tassels covering their n*****s walked by on their way to the casino section of the warehouse I’d managed to transform into a suitable party venue. Finding twenty-five staffers willing to work in their undies had almost been a breeze in comparison to getting the concrete-and-steel building turned glamorous enough to not
