I couldn’t quite figure out what was going on and I didn’t want to jump ahead of myself. I stepped into the suite, of which the main room was bigger than my entire apartment.
Rose directed me to a red velvet love seat. I sat down.
“Now, there’s no need to be nervous, Mr. Randall. Would you care for a drink?” she asked.
“No, I’m good, thank you.”
“Why don’t you tell me what you’re interested in?”
“I wanted to ask you a few questions.”
She smiled, “One of those, huh?”
One of those? What the hell?
“Okay. Ask away.”