THE MASTER OF VEGAS
Patience is not one of my virtues and waiting for my new bodyguard to return with the news I seek drives me crazier than usual. I sip at my fourth cup of coffee, the caffeine rush beginning to fray my nerves at the edges. Turning my gaze to George, I smile when I see him standing in the same pose by the entry way, awaiting my next order.
"Why this charade of making me dance for the money if you're going to make me master no matter what in a few years?"
Mr. George begins to answer, but hesitates and doesn't speak.
"Always give me the truth."
"You can't be made master. Either you seize it or you do not. No matter your choice, I will serve you until the end of my days."
I don't understand. Does that mean I'm already master? "More riddles. Be clearer."
"You are the Master of..." he pauses as if looking for the correct word.
"What's the trouble? Master of?" I ask
"It's customary to list the name of the home as place, but in this case, the Master of the Vista just doesn't have quite the ring to it."
I laugh and finish my coffee. Rising from the chair, I stretch my limbs and walk towards the bay window facing the courtyard. I can see dozens of residents in a crowd. Suddenly, the crowd parts and Peter emerges. He nods to me and approaches the door nearest the apartment. Within moments I hear a key turning the lock and the front door opens.
"What news?" I ask him.
"We are in luck. The richest man in this neighborhood lives in our building. He occupies the last six units of the west section."
"Probe his defenses and then set a meeting. I'll go to him."
Without answering my demand, Peter offers me a pack of cigarettes. I take one and he sparks a match, lighting it for me. I take my seat at the table once more and George places a fresh cup of coffee in front of me.
"Bring me my notebook and my earphones. It's time to write."
George turns to leave, but I think of one last thing.
"Find me something...sexy to wear tonight."
"Why this charade of making me dance for the money if you're going to make me master no matter what in a few years?"
Mr. George begins to answer, but hesitates and doesn't speak.
"Always give me the truth."
"You can't be made master. Either you seize it or you do not. No matter your choice, I will serve you until the end of my days."
I don't understand. Does that mean I'm already master? "More riddles. Be clearer."
"You are the Master of..." he pauses as if looking for the correct word.
"What's the trouble? Master of?" I ask
"It's customary to list the name of the home as place, but in this case, the Master of the Vista just doesn't have quite the ring to it."
I laugh and finish my coffee. Rising from the chair, I stretch my limbs and walk towards the bay window facing the courtyard. I can see dozens of residents in a crowd. Suddenly, the crowd parts and Peter emerges. He nods to me and approaches the door nearest the apartment. Within moments I hear a key turning the lock and the front door opens.
"What news?" I ask him.
"We are in luck. The richest man in this neighborhood lives in our building. He occupies the last six units of the west section."
"Probe his defenses and then set a meeting. I'll go to him."
Without answering my demand, Peter offers me a pack of cigarettes. I take one and he sparks a match, lighting it for me. I take my seat at the table once more and George places a fresh cup of coffee in front of me.
"Bring me my notebook and my earphones. It's time to write."
George turns to leave, but I think of one last thing.
"Find me something...sexy to wear tonight."
READ EPISODE ONE - THE VISTA
READ EPISODE TWO - THE BODYGUARD
READ EPISODE FOUR - LITTLE BLACK DRESS
READ EPISODE TWO - THE BODYGUARD
READ EPISODE FOUR - LITTLE BLACK DRESS
Post by Ella Thomas.
