He owns the joint.”“Great. Thanks so much.”Gina sat down at the bar and flagged down the bartender.“Hello. I’m here for the dancing job. ...’m looking to speak to the manager.”“Sure, honey. Go down the hallway and knock on the door. The manager is Sam Williams.”“Thanks so much.”Gina saw many dancers practicing on the dance floor. Music played, and Gina watched for a bit and then continued down the hall to the manager’s office. Gina knocked on the door, and a voice told her to come. I know how to keep my thoughts from them. This should be very similar. All I have to do is focus on thoughts of escape. It'll help give the impression that I am bound and your prisoner."Meg still had doubts but time was running short. Charlotte was still working on the software to help her crack the passwords and the midnight deadline Whisper had told me about weighed heavily in my mind. Most of the day was gone and the sun would be setting in the next hour. We had to move.Finally, Meg agreed. Carrie retrieved two beers from the mini-bar and tossed one to her friend. She sat down on a chair and quickly drank the beer down while Miranda drank slower."Thirsty?" Miranda asked."It's just...I need a drink after today," Carrie said, grabbing another beer."We were on "Ellen", it's not exactly a stressful situation," Miranda said."It's not the show it's...nevermind." What? Did something happen to you?" Miranda asked as she stood up."No, nothing happened to me. Just forget it," she said as. "I'm sorry." We're a disaster, you and I."Luke ignored my comment. "Why did you stay married to him? After you lost it?"I laid my head down against his chest and went back to making invisible circles on his warm skin. "It might not make me the most altruistic person by admitting this, but it's a comfy marriage. All my needs are taken care of. Mark is an okay husband." And you're satisfied being a housewife?" I believe the correct term is 'homemaker' now. And sure, why not?"I felt him shrug..