Chapter 32

• ~Foxy~
• As we make small talk, mostly about sex and how he thinks he’s getting laid, I start my dance. This loser is so drunk I don’t think we will get much out of him right now. He’s already downed about half a bottle of champagne straight from the source and is slurring his speech. When he starts to waver back and forth, I need to get this moving, because right now, this job is a bust.
• I look up at the security camera while he’s distracted by petting my tail. I quickly shake my head no to note to Damon it won’t work, but I have other plans that just might.