02-05-2018, 11:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-06-2018, 12:48 AM by thoughtless.)
"Look lady, I'm not one of your hard luck cases here. I just need a place to hide out while this *motions to his belly* whole situation takes care of it's self. I can't walk into a board room like this and sure as hell would rather be somewhere on a beach, but hotels mean prying eyes and credit card receipts. Places like this, people like you, well you like to help out the less fortunate. Keep secrets. No paper trail." He brushed a stray hair away from his face. "Can't show up on the cover of NewsWeek with a bun in the oven. You get me?"
