" Adam did give me the employee records," I said. "And from what I can tell is that you have done an outstanding job here. I was wondering would you b... interested in working in Vegas?" Vegas?" he gaped at me. "You've got to be joking. There's no way you'd want me there." I don't see why not. I've had to can a manager for skimming and I need some capable to run the place." What would I be manager of?" Mr. Little asked me skeptically."The Bellagio," I smiled. "And if everything goes well, you. And from behind him came the sound of footsteps.Clip clop. Clip clop. Clip clop.The night was otherwise silent.Foster stopped and listened, holding his breath. The footsteps stopped too. There wasn't a sound to be heard."Who's there?" he called.No answer. Just more silence.Foster had images of some hulking mountain throwback hiding behind him, watching, ready to pounce. Among his other interests was a devotion to hammer films. In his mind's eye, he saw a filthy psychotic killer with a hook for. Amit was also very dull these days, he was missing me badly.On the day he was going back, Rahul told me and amit about a nice ayurvedic hospital in ooty and told that he want to take mother there for treatment, but the problem is that he can’t continue his leave. So amit told him that ill manage to take her over there for treatment. I was not happy hearing that, I was missing him from last one week and he’s tensed about his wife. After Rahul went, I showed a bit anger to him and didn’t talked. Stevens simply stood there and watched us for a momentto see that she was being obeyed. Satisfied, she then went over to thedoor that was just beyond the other side of the couch, opened it and wentinto the room that was there.She was back out in a moment, carrying a woman's hair brush, the kindthat had a long wooden handle on it, and just about the same time asMiss. Stevens came back into the room there was a light knocking on theouter door to the office where we were."Come in," Miss. Stevens.