The taxi ride to the hotel was crisp with tension, alleviated oddly by Ana Carolina's narration about a job she was doing the following day. I allowed Trent and Ana to seat themselves first, placing me beside the model instead of thigh to thigh with Callaghan. The frosty look he gave me didn't go unnoticed but I didn't react to him, proudly rising about whatever twisted relationship we had had. In the lobby, I left them alone, consulting with the desk clerk about my room. With my keycard in hand, I rolled my case towards the lift, finding Ana strapped across Callaghan like a seat belt, a canvas of lithe limbs plastered to my boss. I averted my gaze successfully, admiring a piece of art work on the wall, a beautiful sweeping summer scene, signed by an artist no doubt of great fame and impor
