“Well, who knows tonight may be your lucky night,” I say, nodding toward the woman waiting in front of my office. “What’s wrong?”
“Why must something be wrong?” Miya asks, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her boobs up.
“Must you dress like that?” Kenji hisses.
Miya gives him the middle finger all the while looking at me. “I have a concern.”
“Come in then.” I step by her, entering the code to my office door. “Anyone need a drink?” I ask as I walk toward the bar.
“Water if you have it, thank you,” Miya says.
“I’m good,” Kenji replies.
I grab two bottles of water, one for myself and hand the other to Miya. “Tell me.”
“We hired a new girl to work the floor about a month ago. All she has to do is take drink orders and deliver them. But lately…” She trails off.
“Lately…” I repeat, giving her the signal to get on with it.
“Lately she’s been getting a little too friendly with the guests.”
“What do you mean?” Kenji asks.
“The bellboy has seen her on more than one occasion walking out of a hotel room looking like a stray dog with cash in hand,” Miya says in disgust.
“And she’s not one of ours,” I summarize.
“If she is then she hasn’t been vetted by the Madam or me.”
“What’s her name?” I ask.
“Stacey.”
“Do you think she’s freelancing out of here or do you think she’s just easy?” Kenji asks.
“Only one way to find out.” I smirk, setting down my unopened water. “Miya, accidently spill something on her and bring her to the locker room. We will meet you in there.”
The three of us leave the office and ride down the elevator together. Once we step out, we go our separate ways. Kenji and I make our way to the locker room while Miya searches.
“Want me to open her locker?” Kenji asks as he pulls up her personnel file on his phone.
“Do it,” I confirm.
I follow Kenji through the locker room until he comes to a stop. I watch as he pulls out a master key, unlocking her locker.
“Remember the good old days when breaking into places took skill?” he says wistfully.
“You say that as if you don’t carry around a set of lock picks with you at all times,” I deadpan.
“Never know when the need will arise.”
Once her locker is open, I step up next to him and start going through her locker while he goes through her bag.
“She has a closet worth of clothes in here,” he murmurs.
“Isn’t that normal for females though?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think they carry around three sets of lingerie, do they? With the tags removed.”
