Daydream

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I am torn from my memory. What the hell? How much time had flown by? Did Blasphick even walk in?

Shit!

I pull out my phone and look at the time. An hour of daydreaming? I can't believe it! I have never done it before, let alone in the middle of a job.

The lobby of the hotel is completely empty. I look around and see the front desk clerk returning to her post.

Just as I will stand to ask the clerk about Steven Blasphick, he strolls in on a phone call. I immediately stand and follow him to the elevator. I get on first, and he follows.

"Fifth floor, please!" Steven says, putting the phone away from his face. I nod, and I hit the five-button. He then places the phone to his ear again and continues his call.

"Yep! I'll be back in Australia in a few days. I have a piece of ass coming tonight. Sweet little thing, too," Blasphick says as he laughs.