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I am, and that I'm not a hustler?"
She winced and covered her eyes with her hand, groaning. Then she
wiggled her finger between me and the man behind the desk.
"Michael...meet JJ; JJ meet Michael Black, the owner of the Europa
Hotel/Casino. He's my boss, JJ, so I think you might wanna tone it down
a little."
Oops.
"Sorry," I whispered in Mr. Black's direction, groaning inwardly. Great
move, JJ.
"Carly, you seem to know this foulmouthed creature. Care to explain?"
"Remember that guy I told you about, that got hit in the head at our
entrance a few days ago?"
Mr. Black thought for a moment, and then nodded once.
"That was JJ."
"I see," he replied, slowly. "So we help you, arrange medical care for
you, and this is how you pay us back?"
"Michael... what did he do?"
"We caught him in the bar, hustling. He was about to go upstairs with
one of the guests from the conference."
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