POV: Eli
"Are we almost done here?" Eli asked in exasperation as he ran his fingers through his hair. He stood up from his chair and fixed his eyes on the Vegas skyline outside his picture window.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I boring you?" Pam asked sardonically.
She was already on edge when she came into the meeting. She'd had it with Eli.
It was bad enough that he didn't show up for dinner last night at AquaKnox. She didn't even throw a fit when he failed to make an appearance at the Obsidian Ace like he promised later that evening, even though she'd waited for him until two in the morning at the casino floor.
But when she came in today at noon and received a call from the floor manager at the Venetian informing her that Eli had been there last night, hosting a private game at the Paiza, Pam
