Chapter Twenty-Three
Kate stepped through the glass doors and straight into the lens of a camcorder held by a sassy redhead who held an eye to the viewing screen. It had to be one of Tiger’s technicians.
She held up a one-hundred dollar bill. “Show me your t**s,” she giggled and pushed the money forward.
“W-what?”
“Your t**s,” the girl repeated, still waving the bill in Kate’s face. “I’m getting shots of everyone’s tits.”
Kate was incensed and felt like sticking her thumb in the center of the lens.
The girl lowered the camera. “Geez. C’mon...”
“Excuse me,” Kate pushed her way past, “I’m the caterer.”
The flummoxed redhead’s face turn the same color as her hair. Kate settled but kept moving. It was just a camera-girl, after all, doing what Tiger had paid her to do. But for a stroke
