"It took a short time to drive to the office, and we saw three black SUVs outside, ringed with armed agents. One started towards us, as I turned the L...xus into our parking lot, but another one pointed and said something. The first one stopped short and cleared out of our way, so we could drive right up to the door.Mr. Bell hopped out, and we quickly went inside. Another agent opened and held the door for us, then motioned towards Mr. Bell's conference room. I had that tingle in the back of my. What she did care about was clothes. Any designer label you could name she owned it. Tonight she wore Dior. Black skinny jeans that hugged every curve, a white loose fitting, off the shoulder top with silver stilettos. She had her hair pulled into a ponytail with a few stray curls spilling about her face. Shauntea on the other hand went for the more risqué look. She was wearing a short red dress with a plunging neckline, silver accessories and five inch heels. Her hair was down around her. As always. Customers fill every chair, every booth, every stool. Anticipation and eagerness fills their eyes. It's easy to tell the novices from the veterans. The former appear normal, merely curious, if a bit excited due to all they hype. The latter on the other hand appear even more excited. Ravenous, almost. As if being here satisfied a deep desire, no a primal NEED they have. Almost every single one of them is female. The few and far between males are likely boyfriends and husbands, brought. I beat the eggs to make scrambled eggs because they went further with all the people I was feeding. I started making toast when George came into the kitchen, asking if he could help in any way."I got it pretty well under control but if you want, you can start making the toast. How did you like playing with Sandra and Jimmy last night?" Harry, those two have got to be the greatest musicians I have ever had the honor of listening to. When Sandra announced we three would be playing the last song.