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hallways are shadowy, but each room that I pass is unoccupied.  
    “Daisy?” I call as I go.
    I check her office and then Belmont’s. She’s not in any of the bedrooms or bathrooms. I check the deck. She isn’t there either. She’s not in the kitchen or garage.  
    So I call Jack. “She’s not here.”  
    “Then where is she?” He sounds as though he’s panicking.  
    “I don’t know. I’ll call her mother and Angelina.”
    “No, I’ll call. Thanks for checking.”
    “Hey, no problem. Let me know where she is when you find her. I’m worried. I think you should come home.”
    “Later.” He waits for my response.
    “Later,” I say.
    He hangs up.  
    I shake my head. Since I’m done here, I drive back to Monroe’s. She and Dash are in the swimming pool when I arrive. They’re both naked, and her legs are wrapped around him. Either they’re having sex or have just finished.  
    “Done?” I ask.
    Monroe snickers. “We’re done.”
    Although I’m hesitant to join them after what happened last night, I strip and dive in anyway. Monroe and I swim laps, then we stop in front of my bedroom to talk shop.
    “Delta will pay us two hundred thousand, plus fees, up front. Once we land him the girl, he’ll pay us four hundred thousand. We’ll get six hundred thousand each following year for five years and a payoff of one million on the seventh and final year, contingent upon the relationship staying intact.”  
    “Wow, we’re expensive, aren’t we?”
    “Very expensive, and those are just Delta’s fees. When we find the woman, we’ll negotiate a contract with her and treat them as two separate clients.”
    I grin.  
    “What?” she asks.
    “You’ve really chopped this up like an expert.”
    “Oh ye of little faith in Monroe Blanco.”
    “I have a lot of faith in you. I wouldn’t go into business with you if I didn’t.”
    Monroe nods as though she believes me. “Here’s the deal though—no one can know what we really do for our clients.”
    “I get it.”
    “Technically, we’re a public relations firm. What should we call ourselves?”
    “How about Mo&Ma PR?”
    Her face lights up. “I like it.”
    “Me too.”
    “I’ll talk to our business advisor tomorrow. His name is Brent Sherman.”
    I nod.
    “This is going to work, Mags.”
    “I know.”
    “I love you.”
    “I love you more.”
    We hug, then Monroe dunks me. Shit. I should’ve seen that coming.  

    Later that evening, we go to Cascade’s for dinner. Dash offers his services to me yet again, and Monroe tries to encourage me to take him up on his offer.
    “It’ll be the first time we’ve fucked the same guy,” she says.
    I’m this close to calling her insane, but I remember she doesn’t like it when I say that. “I love you too much to have sex with your boyfriend. So how about we put this to rest once and for all?”  
    “But you’re missing out,” she says in a cautionary tone.
    “We’re all missing out on one thing or a million.”
    After dinner, we return to Monroe’s house. I sleep in my bed alone, and they sleep together in Monroe’s bed.  
    I fly back to New York on Sunday. My flight lands in the afternoon, and later that night, I have dinner at Cloud Rich in the Meatpacking District with Hannah and Cleo. I hadn’t seen either of them in a while. The guy Hannah met last year at the pop-up bar is “so three guys ago,” and she’s moved on to love interest number four. This one is an investor who lives in the Financial District.  
    “You should meet him, Mags,” Cleo says with her eyes widened eerily. “He reminds me of the American psycho.”
    “Well, my head is still attached, so he’s not,” Hannah says defensively.
    “For now, that is.”
    “And will you please stop calling me every night?” Hannah says. “He’s starting to wonder if there’s something wrong with you.”
    “He’s what’s wrong with me! Just move on already, Han. He’s a serial killer.”  
    “How about we