was out. But knowing Alexei, this was just one annoying distraction of multiple others that were sure to come. “Alexei didn’t offer you ten percent,” I stated. Sergey swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Alexei may be a cornered animal right now, but a leopard couldn’t change its spots. The man held onto pennies like each one was another day he’d live. His greed was one of the reasons it had been so easy to work my way up from the bottom of his ranks to sitting in his own cushy leather chair now. “They make great prosthetics these days,” I announced. Sergey’s shifty gaze came to me. “I... I don’t understand.” He was dripping sweat. My eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “I imagine typing speed may not be up to par, but at least you’ ll still be able to wipe your ass.” The banker’s wide eyes dropped to his hands in understanding. “W-wait 33 Albert cut in. “I’ve read new prosthetic hands can even play rock, paper, Scissors.” “Rock, paper, pliers,” I corrected, pulling my gaze to Albert. “They can’t scissor yet.” “There must not be a woman on that team then,” Albert returned with amusement. I chuckled. “He offered me a girl!” I turned my attention to Sergey. “Sorry, what was that?” “H-he offered me a girl.” Tapping a pen on my desk to hide my distaste, I drawled, “So he’s still dealing in flesh.” Sergey shifted uncomfortably. “What does this girl look like? I’m sure he showed you a picture.” He fumbled for his wallet and pulled out a small photo, unable to hide a flicker of pride in his eyes when he put it on my desk. I slid it closer with a finger. It looked like a mug shot besides the fact it was a full-frontal of a naked girl, not a day over eighteen, standing in front of a white wall stained yellow from cigarette smoke. As beautiful as she was, her appearance was tainted by the bruises and glazed look of heroin in her eyes. “She’s definitely a step up from your wife.”