I was going to call and cancel her tickets when she suggested I take Amanda, she'd never been to Vegas and it would be a nice father-daughter bonding ...xperience.Sounded fine with me and she sent me down the hall to see if Amanda was interested.I knocked and heard her ask me in, opened the door and there she was at her computer, typing something in."Hi, Dad, what's up?" she asked as she turned toward me."Well, looks like Mom isn't going to Vegas, she wondered if you might want to go in her. "Yeah, that's why I am a supermodel," she said sarcastically. She was ready to leave."Don't you know I love you, Vivian?"Maybe she blushed; I think I saw her chin shake feebly, but her eyes never left the sky."You don't." Yes, I do. More than anything else. I love you with all my will." I extended my hand, touching her peachy skin as lightly as I could, feeling the warmth and electric charge that nothing else in the world possessed. "Why won't you believe me?" You are fooling yourself." I was. When death came to their doors, status meant nothing and wealth could buy no privileges.It took more than a few hours after the carnage had begun for the pair to clear somewhat more than half of the nearly six hundred rooms of the large hotel, but, finally, there was only one area remaining: the presidential suite. In the hall outside the luxurious and expensive apartment, Arthur waved his hand over the door knob and watched as the indicator light for the electronic lock went from red to green.. ” Zan spoke first, she had never used his first name before. “Do you trust me?”He didn’t answer. But her hand laying on his sternum was the only thing alive left in his world, so he nodded instead. The noise that came after should have sent him into shrieking fits of panic. Dozens of thin metals panels being lifted from a bay window. A blinding light falling on the other side of his eyelashes...The emptiness crying relentlessly for every bit of matter in the pressured capsule, inching.