I am not a morning person, never have been, and staying up late as an exotic dancer and sex worker accentuated that. But when my naked ass received an almighty slap, I woke with a start, yelped, and leapt out of bed, rubbing my ass cheek.

“Nadu,” my Master’s voice snapped.

I immediately dropped to my knees into position.

“Obeisance.”

I fell forward, hands in front of me, face down, in a display of willing submission.

Hans waited for a while to drive the point home that no matter what happened last night, I was still a slave-in-training, and had better remember it.

“Get up.”

I scrambled up to my feet, hands together in front of me, eyes down. I was still naked after our love-making the night before. Or fucking, if you prefer.

I peeked at him through my eyelashes. He was already showered, dressed, looked immaculate, and every centimeter the commanding business executive. He also continued to look incredibly yummy, except he wasn’t smiling.

“Breakfast will be here in fifteen minutes. I want you showered, dressed, and ready to be briefed on today’s meetings by then. Go.”

I leapt for the door to my adjoining room, dashed into the shower, turned the water on – and screamed because it was cold.

Just short of fifteen minutes, I appeared again at the adjoining door, and knocked, then waited obediently. I was dressed for business in a black pencil skirt with matching jacket, crisp white blouse, and a choker of pearls and amethysts, which set off my eyes. My face was made up, but very conservatively, as befitted a young, innocent intern, which was my cover story. My hair was still damp.

“Sit down and eat. We’ve got a lot to cover, and not much time to do it.”

I moved to the place set at the room service table, poured myself some coffee, and put some food on my plate. I wasn’t that concerned about what it was, but knew I needed something to counter the hang-over from last night.

“This is a very important meeting for the family business. We’re working on a new, joint venture with three other companies. Two of them are tech start-ups that have what could be useful new technology.

“The third company is the one we’re most interested in, both for now and possible future deals. It’s a Russian company, and their representative, Ivan K., is supposed to have the authority to make decisions. You’ll remember I gave you his dossier.

“We’re interested in the Russians for their financial backing, both now and for possible future deals, and for possible connections in markets where we’re not well represented.

“But we’re wary of them, too. We’re not entirely sure who’s behind their money. They might be trying to launder dirty money through our joint venture company. They might be trying to steal industrial secrets from us and some of our partners. Or they might be trying to further their government’s influence in the West through a Western business.

“So, they’re interesting, but also potentially dangerous, and we want to use this deal to try to learn more about them. And that’s where you come in. Are you with me so far?”

I nodded, “Yes, Master…”

“Call me Hans or sir today. You’re an intern, remember?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you. You know I’ve sat in on several Company meetings with Mistress…”

“Miriam.”

“…Miriam, and always asked her questions about things I didn’t understand. It took me some time to understand how corporations work, but it’s not that different from how people relate to each other.”

His eyebrows went up. “Okay, I’m impressed, and I’m not sure who I’m more impressed with – you, or Miriam for teaching you.” He shrugged.

“Anyway, that makes it easier. I’m going to be making a presentation to start things off, explaining our expectations for the joint venture, then kick off the discussion about how the parts need to integrate. Then we’re going to get into specific terms, and, hopefully, at least initiate negotiations. I don’t expect to conclude any deals today. This is really just a door-opener, an introduction.”

I nodded again. “How may I help you, Mast…Hans?”

He looked at me sardonically. “People underestimate you. They see a young, innocent, pretty girl, and, if they’re male, they think, ‘I’d like to fuck her.’ They don’t expect such a pretty little thing to have a brain – and I’ve learned, the hard way, that you do.”

He sat back in his chair, “And now I’m going to put that brain to work. You’re going to be in that meeting as my intern gopher…”

“Sir? ‘Gopher’?”

He laughed, “Yeah, it’s an American term. It means someone who runs errands. Like, they ‘Go for’ coffee. Get it?”

“Yes, sir. Sorry.”

“No, no! I need you to ask questions if you’re going to be effective.”

He leaned forward again. “Now, let me describe the different groups, and what I want you to try to learn.”

He proceeded to give me a quick summary of each of the three groups, who was going to be there, why they might be interested in his proposition, and what it would help him to know.

“In particular,” he concluded, “I want you to watch their body language. Whores can read their clients well, this I know, so I want you to try to read these potential partners. In particular, I want you to give me your impression about whether each group is interested, and, if you can, which parts of the proposition appeal to them, and which don’t. Does that make sense?”

I nodded and kept my face straight “Yes, we whores…” and I emphasized the word, “…are used to reading men very well. I’ll see if I can tell whether they want to make fuck with you or not.”

He glared at me, then laughed, “Touché! I deserved that.” Then he sobered up. “But I really do want you to try to read them. Can you do it?”

I shrugged. “I can try.”

Hans nodded in acknowledgement, then said, “There’s one more thing. Ivan K. is the most critical person in the room. I’d like you to get as close as possible to him, and see what you can learn about him. Russians can be hard to read, and they are maddening to negotiate against. It’s part of their culture. Moreover, these discussions are going to go on for some time, so if you can get on friendly terms with him, it may come in useful later on.

“And, as we discussed, he likes young women like you.

“We are taking all three groups to dinner, then a gala fundraiser and Broadway show this evening as a social mixer. It’s black tie, and you’ll be attending as my escort. You brought a cocktail dress with you, I believe. Make sure it’s ready.

“Between dinner and the show, I’m going to be unexpectedly called away for some important business, but I’ll tell you to stay because you so much want to see the show…”

“What is it?”

“CATS. It’s supposed to be really good – although why anyone would want to watch cats jumping around a stage is beyond me. But you’ve been dying to see this show…”

“I have?”

“Yes, you have. So, I will ask Ivan and his date, whoever she might be, to escort you on my behalf. Hopefully, they’ll be relaxed, and perhaps a silly little intern girl can get them to tell you why our business is interesting to them. You understand?”

I nodded. “I’m to play sweet, innocent, dumb, and sexy, and see if I can pump them for information.”

“Exactly. Do you need to know anything else for the moment?”

I thought a bit, then shook my head. “No, it should be simple enough.”

“Good. Okay, let’s go. We’ve got a meeting in one of the hotel conference rooms in…” he checked his watch, “…seventeen minutes.”

The meetings were meetings. Boring, polite smiles, lots of blah, blah, blah, which, as far as I was concerned, was perfect, because it meant that I could just blend into the background. I made a point of fetching coffee, water, snacks, napkins, and anything else the participants wanted so that they got used to me walking around, and hovering. It gave me the opportunity to eavesdrop without being noticed.

I smiled and was nice to everyone, but made sure I smiled at Ivan every time he looked my way. After a while, he noticed.

I didn’t do anything more than that – I was taking a subtle approach – but by the end of the morning session, he made a point of coming over to me and thanking me for being so attentive at bringing his group refreshments.

That’s completely out of character for a man like Ivan, but meant he thought I wanted him. I smiled, made a little curtsey, and said it was entirely my pleasure. He asked some routine questions about my background, then asked what I did for the Company. I gave him my cover story, said I was eighteen (I was nineteen), and was finding working in the world of big business exciting, especially as I hoped to get a full-time job in business once I graduated.

He smiled at me, put his hand on my upper arm, and told me to come and see him when I did. Then it was time for all the men to go off to lunch.

Ivan was a bit short, about 175 centimeters or so, or about 5’ 9”, with broad shoulders, a thick, stocky body, dark, messy hair, and probably a hairy body from what I could see around his neck and the backs of his hands. Not quite a bear of a man, but something along those lines. He seemed to have watched too many spy movies, too, because he had a day’s growth of beard.

He wasn’t close to Hans in terms of sex appeal, but he was okay. A client, not a sweetheart.

~~~~~

I wasn’t in the room for the participant’s lunch, but Hans was. Part way through, he excused himself, saying he needed to make some phone calls, then sought me out where I was having lunch, and asked what I’d heard and what I thought.

I gave him a complete run-down, group by group, and person by person of what I had heard, and my assessment of each group’s attitudes. All three groups were interested, but Ivan’s group seemed to be particularly so.

Ivan repeatedly consulted with one of the people who sat behind him, they whispered in Russian, and on a couple of occasions, I had been able to overhear them as I was sitting close by. They, of course, assumed that an ignorant intern wouldn’t be able to speak Russian. Yet, because I had lived with Gregor and he insisted I learn some, I could make out a good bit of what they said.

They were looking to invest outside of Russia and liked the idea of being associated with Hans’ company, as far as I could make out. But they said they were going to play it down, wanting to get the best deal they could. That, at any rate, was what I thought they said, and it seemed to match their body language.

What I wasn’t sure of was the relationship between Ivan and the guy he kept consulting. Which was the boss? I couldn’t be sure, and that’s what I told Hans, who looked off into the distance, thinking. Finally, he nodded, got up to go, then stopped.

“I wasn’t sure whether you would be any help with this, Katja, but well done. I am impressed with the amount of detail you’ve given me on each group, even each participant. I’m glad I have you here.” He grinned, “And for more than one reason.”

I bowed my head, “This one is grateful…Hans.”

He nodded, then went back to his guests.

The afternoon session was pretty much the same. My reading of Ivan’s group was that they really wanted to do this if they could get any kind of reasonable deal. The other two groups were interested, but wary of giving up their technology too cheaply.

I conveyed this to Hans later on, after the afternoon session wrapped up.

About the only other notable thing in the afternoon was that when I was bending over, delivering coffee to one of the other participants, I felt a hand on the inside of my leg, just above the knee. I pretended not to notice, knowing it was Ivan. Then, when I finished serving the other guy, I straightened up, turned towards Ivan, smiled, then moved off, swaying my ass. When I was a short way away, I turned and looked at him over my shoulder again with a smile on my face.

He got the message. He straightened up and looked pleased with himself while trying to look like he was thinking deep, business-type thoughts.

Men.

~~~~~

When the afternoon meetings were finished, at about 15:00, Ivan invited Hans to join him in his suite for a drink. I started to excuse myself, but Ivan insisted I join them. Interestingly, the guy who sat behind Ivan was not invited. Perhaps Ivan really was the boss.

When we arrived at Ivan’s suite, we were greeted by a statuesque German woman named Kristol. She was a stunning-looking platinum blonde, slightly taller than Ivan, and carried herself with great assurance. Ivan introduced us to her, then excused himself to freshen up.

Kristol asked what we wanted to drink. Hans asked for a beer, and I asked for sparkling water. Hans looked at me and smirked. I knew he was thinking about last night, and so was I! I had enough trouble dealing with the hangover that morning. Plus, I needed to keep my wits about me tonight.

Ivan came back and it was clear he and Hans wanted to talk privately, so Kristol and I stepped away for some small talk.

She asked about my family and background, and I gave her the details of my cover story, but made sure to say how excited I was that Hans selected me as his intern as I wanted to go into business when I graduated.

In turn, Kristol told me she had been a runway model, but now owned her own agency and saw Ivan when he was in town. I expressed eager interest, and asked her to tell me what it was like being a model, then commented that she was certainly beautiful enough to be one.

She laughed and told me that if I ever decided on a career change, to give her a call. I acted star-struck – but I was intrigued as well.

My Spidey-senses were tingling. Models were tall, willowy things like her, not short, skinny ones like me. As a result, I thought that she might actually be running an escort service, not a modelling agency. And, who knew? Maybe she liked girls too. I had learned, living on the streets, that you don’t ignore opportunities when they present themselves, so I thanked her profusely. And that turned out to be very important to me, much, much later.

When the boys were done, Hans said we would meet Ivan and Kristol at the theater for the social hour, and they would join us in his private box for the show.

On the way back to our hotel, Hans commented, “You seem to have made a new friend. They seem quite taken with you.”

I nodded and thought I knew what to expect.

~~~~~

The dinner and gala were formal affairs. Hans was wearing a tuxedo, and the women were all wearing evening gowns.

I checked my reflection in the mirror and nodded approval. I was wearing a silky, dark blue evening dress. It had a halter-tie at the back of the neck, a scooped back that left my shoulder blades exposed, was tight around my unbound tits, and fell straight down from my waist almost to the floor. It also had a thigh-high slit on the left side, and if I moved just right, you could see that I was wearing a black garter belt. I also wore a black lacy thong, plus black high heels.

My make-up was slightly overdone – about what you’d expect for a teenager going to her first, very classy affair. I hadn’t made my face up to be bold, but had used a bit more make-up than I should have to show my inexperience, and the fact that I was trying to be sophisticated. My hair was piled up on top of my head and was almost right.

I looked like a teenager who was trying too hard to look sophisticated. Or at least, that was what I was aiming for. The use of clothing and make-up to create an illusion had been taught as part of my personalized slave training at DeCoven, and I put it to good use now.

The official plan for the evening was that I was being indulgently allowed to attend as Hans’ escort as a reward for enduring the day’s boring meetings, and because I was so desperate to see the show. There was to be a dinner at an upscale restaurant for Hans and his visitors, then we were all going to a gala reception at the Admiralspalast on Friedrichstrasse, where Hans’ company was a major sponsor. Finally, we were to attend the gala opening of CATS.

Officially, Hans would then see me home in his limo.

In reality, Hans was going to leave us just before the show started, and ask Ivan to make sure I got home safely. We would see what developed from there. Hopefully, I could get them to teach me about business, and what they wanted in their relationship with Hans. Yet, what was more important was for me to try to create a relationship with Ivan. Hans felt it might turn into a conduit for information as talks progressed.

Fine with me.

~~~~~

The dinner was winding down. I had been seated at Hans’ left hand, while Kristol was seated at his right. Hans behaved condescendingly, as if he were giving his teenage intern a big treat, but wanted to make sure she was safe. He spent a fair amount of time chatting with Kristol, as well as the other guests, but hardly spoke to me.

When Hans was talking with other people, Kristol seemed to take quite an interest in me and worked hard to put me at my ease as I was just a silly little intern who was being allowed to sit with the grown-ups. I was very relieved that she made it so easy for me, and made sure I seemed ever so grateful to her. That would turn out to be useful later on. Much later on.

I tried to behave towards her as if she was a big sister who was going to watch over me and help me look like a sophisticate.

As the dinner broke up, Ivan walked over to take Kristol’s arm, but stopped to chat with me.

“My dear Katja! Look at you! You’re beautiful! No one would guess that this beautiful woman was the same quiet, little intern who attended to all of our needs today. What a transformation!” He put his hands on my upper arms, then leaned in and kissed me on both cheeks, accidentally brushing my tits with his hands both times.

I tried to blush, looked down, then smiled up at him and said, “You’re just being kind.”

Kristol said, “No, he’s right, Katja, you look good enough to eat.” And she smiled somewhat too warmly at me.

I thought to myself, Well, this might move more quickly than Hans expected! And I resolved to make sure he knew before he left.

They insisted on escorting me to the limo as they were riding to the theater with Hans and me. They behaved like perfect guests trying to put a young intern at ease.

Then…

~~~~~

The reception was designed for the Right People to see and be seen, and for the management of the theatre company to schmooz with the high-rollers, hopefully to secure additional donations. There was a lot of moving from group to group, many air-kisses, and much-forced laughter. I could have fit right in, as I had been trained, but I behaved as if I were out of my depth and intimidated by it all. And since I was clearly nobody of significance, everyone helped by ignoring me. Hans had left me to go talk to other high-rollers and his guests.

I stood by myself for a longish period of time, nursing a single glass of white wine, trying to smile at people, and fidgeting until Kristol wandered over. She smiled at me and said, “Look at them. They’re beautiful people – because they can afford to be.” She said it lightly, but there was an undertone of bitterness as well.

She turned to me and smiled. “You, on the other hand, truly are beautiful.”

I looked down and pretended to blush. “I’m not beautiful.”

Kristol put a finger under my chin and lifted me to face her. “No, you’re not classically beautiful, but there is…something…about you that is incredibly attractive. And whatever it is, it’s like catnip to men.” She smiled, apparently thinking to herself. “Look, I probably shouldn’t say this, but you are much more attractive than you think you are. Ivan is quite interested in you.”

I looked up quickly at her. “Really? Do you think he really likes me? An important man like him?”

She caressed my cheek, “Oh, yes. If you play your cards right, he might want to see more of you. You know, he’s in a position to help your career…and he’s very loyal to his friends. Especially if they can help him in his business.”

I tried to look bewildered. “But how can I help him? I’m only an intern. He knows so much more about business than I do.”

She smiled warmly. “It’s true that he’s a very knowledgeable man – but information can be tremendously valuable. And if you had information about something he’s interested in…well, he would be happy to have it. And, as I say, he’s very loyal to his friends.”

Then she turned, and said, “So, I understand you’re really interested in seeing CATS?” And the conversation moved on to less important things. But I found it very interesting that she stayed with me, even though there was no good reason to do so.

Eventually, we were called to the theatre and went by a special hallway to the patron’s boxes. We had perhaps the best box in the theatre – and I suddenly realized something that should have been obvious all along. Hans and the family’s Company were very important to the theatre. They must be really big patrons.

Hans and Miriam’s family must be very wealthy indeed, based on the way we were being treated. I hadn’t doubted it, but this…this was more than I expected.

And it made not the slightest bit of difference to me. My life belonged to my Mistress, whether she was filthy rich, or flat broke. It was her I loved, not her money – although money always makes poverty easier to bear. Smiling, I walked with the rest of the crowd towards our seats.

~~~~~

“What? You can’t be serious… Now? All right, if I have to. Okay, I’m on my way.”

Hans looked annoyed and exasperated.

He turned to Ivan, and said, “Ivan, my friend, I’m afraid I have to leave. I have a family emergency to deal with. I’m so sorry, I do hope you’ll forgive me!”

Ivan took Hans’ proffered hand and smiled, “Not at all, Hans. It happens to us all. I’m just sorry you’re going to miss the show!”

Hans turned to me, “Let’s get your coat, I’ll have my chauffeur take you home after he drops me.”

I made a face, and, right on cue, Kristol looked at me, then stepped in, “Hans, Katja is desperate to see CATS. Why not let her stay? We’ll look after her.”

I kept my mouth shut, but looked hopeful while holding Kristol’s eye. She winked at me.

“Sure, Hans, let the poor girl stay,” Ivan said. “She earned it – she worked hard for you today.” He moved over to my side and put his hand on my upper arm.

Hans looked sour, “I promised her I’d get her home safely. She’s from Rotterdam and has never been to a real city before. I’d better not take the chance.”

Ivan chuckled. “Hans, my friend, you talk like a Berliner, like there is no other city of importance in the world. And this little girl is much more sophisticated than you think. Let her stay. We will make sure she gets home safely, won’t we Kristol?”

Kristol nodded. “We promise we’ll deliver her to her own door, safe and sound. We won’t let her out of our sight until she closes the door behind her.”

Hans looked unhappy, then grudgingly turned to me and said, “So, Katja, will you be okay if I leave you with Ivan and…” He turned to her.

“Kristol.”

“…Kristol?”

I leaned forward and nodded eagerly, “Yes! Kristol and I have been getting to be good friends. They can drive me home. And I’m not a hick, you know. We have taxi cabs in Rotterdam, too!”

Hans nodded decisively, “Okay, but don’t get into any trouble, young lady. And remember we have a morning flight to catch.”

I nodded eagerly, “Yes, sir. I’ll be there!” But this was a signal.

I now knew that I wasn’t expected to hurry back to the hotel, but that I was to try to get close to Ivan if I could. Inwardly, I sighed. I would much rather have spent the night with Hans than Ivan, but if it was what Master wanted, it was what I would do.

He nodded to Ivan, then turned abruptly, and walked briskly off.

Ivan and Kristol looked at each other, then Kristol nodded. “Come, Katja, let’s find our seats.”

Kristol put her arm in mine, and we followed the ushers to the Patron’s Box, where we had prime seats. We were at the right end of the box, further from the stage, but with the best viewing angle. Kristol was very careful to seat me with Ivan on my right, farther from the stage, Kristol on my left, and Hans’ vacant chair beyond her. Her seat partially blocked the other people in the box from seeing me, which turned out to be…useful.

The show started quickly, and I was actually quite enjoying it. Most of the way through the first act, Kristol leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Katja, it’s not just Ivan who is interested in you. Have you ever been with another woman?”

I looked up, surprised and shocked, then tried to recover and look…worldly. “N…no, I haven’t…but I, uh, had a friend who invited me to…experiment with her once.” I smiled weakly at her.

She smiled warmly back at me, took my hand and lightly grazed her thumb back and forth across my palm, an unmistakable invitation. Then she whispered into my ear, “Women make better lovers because we know what will make you feel…really…good.” And she lightly nipped my ear lobe.

I jumped slightly – on purpose. And the truth was that I did find her attractive – which had nothing to do with my intentions. Even if I hadn’t, I was going to let her seduce me.

“I know you’re much hotter than you let on,” she continued. “I’d guess that underneath that shy intern and the slinky evening dress is a wet little pussy just waiting to be petted. Am I right, sweet one?”

“What…what about Ivan?” I asked.

She giggled, “Why don’t ask him for yourself.” And she nodded.

I looked over at Ivan. He was facing us and had a smile on his face I could see in the light reflected from the stage. He took my right hand and placed it on his erection. I tried to snatch it away, but he held it fast.

I looked back at Kristol, “I…is this…you know, okay?”

She giggled again, “Katja, it’s amazing, not just okay. You’ll see.”

Just then the first act finale began, and Kristol and Ivan withdrew back to their seats, but Kristol held my eye and nodded, smiling.

We went out to the Patron’s bar for intermission, and Kristol snagged two glasses of champagne immediately, pushing one into my hand. “Go on, Katja, it’s only champagne. Relax, you’ll enjoy it!” She looked at me seductively through her eyelashes. I took a small gulp and tried to make it look bigger. I needed to stay away from too much alcohol for the second night in a row.

When the lights dimmed, and the second act began, they were both on me almost immediately. Kristol moved her chair slightly closer and farther forward, making it even harder for the other patrons in the box to see what was happening to me.

She put her hand on my knee, smoothing it up and down my thigh, first on top of the leg, then on the inside. After she had done this for a while, I picked up her hand and kissed the back of it – then placed it further inside my thigh, closer to my kitty and moaned slightly.

Meanwhile, Ivan was running the back of his hand up and down the calf of my right leg and eventually started drawing my dress up my leg, fold by fold, piling it on my knee and pushing it up my thigh, revealing my bare leg. He stayed there for a while, letting a finger drift back and forth inside my bare knee, then recommenced pushing the fabric farther up my thigh. When he had pushed the fabric halfway up my thigh, he left it there and switched his attention to my right tit. He moved the back of the fingers of his left hand up from my waist and stroked upwards to my tit, smoothing the back of his hand along the outline of my breast.

After doing this a couple of times, he captured the nipple between the backs of two of his fingers, then pinched it very gently, and pulled slightly. I jumped.

I was actually getting turned on – just not as much as they thought I was. I moaned more loudly. Kristol put her hand over my mouth, then leaned into my ear and giggled, then said “Not yet, sweet pussy. There will be plenty of time for you to moan when we get you back to the hotel – and plenty of reason, too!”

She moved her hand from my mouth and let it trace my body from my neck, down over my left breast, and then found its way back between my legs, gently tracing my mound, and massaging my kitty.

Ivan now had his hand up my dress, moving towards the same target. He stroked my panties, then he moved back down to my thigh. He started stroking my bare flesh and found my garter, which he explored. He withdrew his hand, then gently, but firmly, took my hand and moved it over his erection.

I muffled a moan into my closed lips, then slid down in my chair to the floor, surprising Kristol. I kept my head down, crawled over to Ivan’s knees. He smiled broadly at me, and spread his legs, looking across at Kristol.

I moved up between his knees, and slowly and quietly unzipped his fly, then fished his hard cock out of his silken boxers. He was uncut, and his body smelled of some kind of cologne, musky and pleasant.

Looking up at him, I pulled his foreskin down and licked the precum that had gathered on the tip. He leaned back and exhaled quietly. He shifted slightly, and ostentatiously looked towards the stage, while placing his left hand on my head, stroking my hair. I knew what that meant. He wanted me to take his cock in my mouth – which I did.

I moved up and down on his cock slowly, making a little more noise than was completely prudent, but which I knew he would find irresistible. Moreover, the music from the stage more than covered my slurping sounds. He shifted on the seat, turning his body slightly more in my direction to allow me to go down more deeply.

I worked him as I was taught, trying hard to bring him close to climax while waiting for someone to make a sound.

Someone in the box did eventually cough. I froze, as if alarmed, then let his cock slip from my mouth, crawled back to my seat, and eventually regained my position. I pulled my dress back down so it was properly situated, and sat up, as if nervous about being caught.

Kristol felt she needed to reassure me, and patted me on my knee. I gave her a crooked smile and pointedly didn’t look at Ivan.

Shortly after, the show came to a climactic – so to speak – finish. The audience stood, almost as one, and applauded. Kristol and I stood up, and, after a moment, so did Ivan, although he had to adjust himself. I smiled.

So far, so good. Now to see if they were going to take me to their hotel, or mine…

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