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The next morning, I was in the kitchen prepping stuff for the evening when Nicole walked into the kitchen. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed, she was wearing a short pink terrycloth robe which was loosely tied at the waist. Judging by the tantalizing amount of bare cleavage and thigh the robe exposed, I could only assume that there was nothing beneath it. Wisps of hair escaped a colorful silk scarf knotted around her head and fell into her face. “Good morning” she mumbled as though not fully awake as yet “Hey good morning, the kettle is on” I said. She pushed the hair off her face and smiled at me “Thanks, please stop by my room before you go” she said then abruptly walked out as though heading back to bed.

After about 10 minutes I heard Henderson push his chair back and I turned around as he walked out unto the balcony towards me. “Sorry to keep you waiting” he said as he stood for a moment to look down the street. “Lets go downstairs” he said turning to walk back inside obviously expecting me to follow. I trailed obediently behind him as he walked across the room and down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, he stopped for a moment and took a bunch of keys out of his pocket before continuing into the ground floor bar and through the doors into the back of house area. He stopped at a door and opened it using one of the keys on the bunch. As the door swung open I saw that this was where the stock was kept. There were stacks of unopened cartons and cases of beer, soda and water. I was mystified, why would he bring me in here?