Chapter 2What eventually happened next was something she hadn’t really anticipated: lots and lots of paperwork. When the doors to the lounge opened, they did not come in through the entrance the women had entered from. Instead, they came in through a different set of doors that were around the corner and behind the bar, where Tamara expected the bathrooms to be. Clearly, she found out that she was wrong.
Her correction came in the form of several men dressed in black suits, moving with stoic efficiency that reminded her of a certain driver who was immune to her charms as well. They entered the room, each of them looking practically identical in their style and their unimpressed, silent features. They walked with their briefcases and portfolios, ready to do whatever it was that they had co
