“So, what’s the big fuckin’ deal? Let her decorate and do her thing.”
“It ain’t you living with five different trees all decorated to match the rooms they’re in, and blow-up snowmen on the front lawn. A snowman in the desert. She ordered the deluxe package from the guy who strings outside lights, and now I gotta wear sunglasses just to walk up to the front door.”
Samson barks out a laugh. “It’s funny, Lisbeth is the complete opposite. She wants it all simple and quiet.”
Samson’s woman had a modest upbringing, and although their meeting was unusual, and Lisbeth and Samson are complete opposites, she’s the calming force in Samson’s life. The one who keeps him level.
“Lucky you, I gotta walk past a mechanical Santa every morning in my foyer.”
“Geez, lighten up, fucker. You’re starting to sound like Scrooge.”
Shit, Cheryl said the same thing an hour ago.
3
CHERYL
At exactly five o’clock, there’s a knock on the door of our offices at the Bellagio.
“If nothing else, he’s prompt.” Izzy heads for the door, and I hit the remote for the monitor on the wall.
Our presentation consists of a slideshow of the various clubs we service, along with bios of the women we employ. The folders in front of me contain the contracts necessary to ensure everyone was aware of the rules up front.
Although Graham isn’t a customer, I want him to see what we offer our clients and how we conduct our business so he’ll know how to move forward with our promotion. I believe in being honest at all times. It saves on issues, problems and misunderstandings later.
I stand from behind my desk and extend my hand as Graham Pierce enters the suite. Trim, about six feet tall, he’s dressed in a white linen button-down shirt and perfectly tailored slacks—definitely a designer brand. His light brown hair is clipped short, and I imagine he makes weekly appointments with his barber. Or has one on staff.
He grasps my hand firmly. “Graham Pierce. So good to finally meet you.” He flicks a look to Izzy, who settles on the couch across the room.
Old habit—Izzy and I never interview a client without the other present. Back in the day, before we acquired our upscale clientele, it made good sense. Now we use it as a business tool. After a meeting, we go over all the details, each valuing the other’s input and opinions.
“Cheryl Benson.” We shake, then I motion to the chair in front of my desk. “Please, sit.”
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting all week.” Graham’s blue eyes crinkle, and I guess him to be in his early forties.
“Yes, I’m anxious to hear what you have to say about our business and what you can offer us.”
Many high-end nightclubs employ us for our exclusive perks, which include limo service, complimentary champagne and premium spirits to and from a club, and women specifically chosen for the occasion.
Between the California and Las Vegas offices, Selective Services maintains an impressive clientele, ranging from the executives of large corporations, to discriminating businessmen and Hollywood’s elite seeking discreet companionship.
“Ourbusiness?” Graham asks. “I was under the impression you were the sole owner.”
I nod toward Izzy. “Isabelle Torres and I are partners in Selective Services.”
“I see.” His voice has an edge that he quickly disguises with a smile. “I wasn’t aware.”
“The history of our business is included in the slideshow.” I motion to the monitor. “And I have a folder you can take with you to read at your leisure.”
“Fine, fine. I guess my first question would be what you expect of Pierce Promotions?”
“I’ve heard very impressive things about your company. I understand you work mainly with nightclubs in all the major cities.”
“And worldwide,” he adds. “I promote clubs in Macau and Monte Carlo. I’ve also recently added the Wynn Al Marjan Island in the UAE, which will be opening in early 2027.”
“Impressive.” He seems to want the compliment, so I give it to him. Doesn’t cost anything to pump someone’s ego—especially in business.
“Yes, I’m very proud of my accomplishments.”
