Phones rang all over the city. Sometimes, the calls were connected. Sometimes you could even follow the connections to a conclusion.

Cozette thanked the courier, and set the large box down on the bar of Asylum. She ran her fingertips lightly over the box before slowly untying the bow. She'd requested gift wrapping.

They were gorgeous.

She turned them this way and that, before finally pulling them on. Supple leather flexed as she extended a leg out to admire.

Somewhere, in her office, or purse, was an Amex Black Card that she could have used.

She hadn't.

That wouldn't have been any fun.