She nods.
I weigh my answer carefully.
“I work with them.”
“What kind of work?” she asks, incredulously tipping her head to the side.
“They’re investors. One of them is my boss. I work for a hedge fund on Wall Street.”
Her eyes go wide, glinting with admiration.
“Damn, girl. This is serious stuff. What did you do? Why are they looking for you?”
“I had a, uh… It was nothing. I promised I’d go to the hotel, and then I changed my mind.”
I make no sense.
She knows it too, but gives me a pass.
“I don’t want to go with them. I’ll go back to the hotel, but not right now.”
She studies my face for a moment.
“Remind me not to ever cross you,” she jokes.
I laugh.
She pulls her phone out of her pocket and calls someone at the table. I don’t know who she talks to. All I know is that we need to get out of the building and meet them in the front.
She also warns them that someone might be looking for me and instructs them not to say anything.
We’ll see how that works.
“One day, we’ll need to tell me more about these men,” she murmurs, putting her phone back into her pocket.
“I will. Just not today.”
I’m sure it will never happen.
She cranes her neck out to make sure we’re in the clear before sneaking out and rushing through groups of people until reaching the exit.
We’ve made it.
A soft breeze greets us outside.
“Mmm… It’s nice.”
“You like Miami?” she asks.
“I do. I could live here any time.”
Close to us, a man sits behind the wheel of a Cadillac. He looks at the entrance, and something tells me he is waiting for them.
I pull her to the side. Good thing we’re not the only people waiting. Some leave––like us––while others walk in.
“Are they coming?” I ask, growing worried.
“They’ll come out any moment now.”