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good at my job. At least I used to be. Since New Year's, it sucks. You see, I got transferred against my will into Super Bitch's section. This part of the story is more important than it sounds. Make a note of it. My Christmas present was being forcefully moved out of the department I loved, where I had friends, and into one where no one will talk to me and the boss yells at me if I make sure a senior gets a new hip after his fall. Pre-existing condition, my ass."
    "She sounds like a, what is the word..." He visibly struggled. Something about the way he did it made her think what a useful tactic it would be for a guy with an accent to occasionally pretend not to understand English. Especially in his line of business. "Bully."
    "Gosh, thanks for pointing that out. I never would have noticed. If you want to hear the story, stop interrupting it."
    He nodded with an almost regal elegance.
    Graced with his permission to continue, she did. "So, I get to the rehearsal dinner, and I find out the second groomsman has food poisoning and the only available last minute replacement who would fit his tux is the ex-boyfriend who broke up with me by text three weeks ago. Prita—she's the bride—is mortified."
    "Did you date this man for long?"
    "Wa-ay too long," she said. "Six months too long. We were together for six months, see, that's why that's funny."
    "I can tell you are infinitely amused."
    "I cared about him. Why did I care about him?" She rolled her eyes at herself for her stupidity. "I thought we would be together forever. I told him things I'd never told anyone."
    To his credit, Gigolo Zaq didn't say anything. If he'd shown pity, she'd have tossed him out. Instead, his interest silently encouraged her to go on.
    "During the rehearsal, everything goes fine. It's awkward, but fine. I manage to avoid punching his smug face in, even though there's no best man I can put between him and me." She took a deep breath. Now for the truly painful part. Zaq the escort seemed to sense the punch line was coming and leaned forward with interest. "But when I get to the dinner after, that's when things go to hell. His date is—"
    "Super Bitch," Zaq completed for her. "Ah, I understand."
    She had no name for the complex swirl of emotions spinning inside her. If it were simple embarrassment, she could deal. But for the last two months she'd been so angry, so helpless, so out of control of her own life, and then to suddenly have all of this coming at her in one giant mess... It was too much to take. Too much to even hang a name on.
    What happened next in her tale of woe was so pathetic that she either had to laugh or dissolve into an incoherent, humiliated puddle on the floor. So she laughed.
    "You know," she said. "I introduced them at the corporate Christmas party. They talked for a long time. After that I got transferred. I had no clue why she wanted me in her section, or why she decided to treat me like garbage. Now, I know. Since we're in Vegas, I'm in a betting mood... What are the odds that they started dating before he dumped me?"
    "I only gamble when I judge the odds to favor me, so I will not take you up on that bet," he said.
    She breathed out through her nose to keep her sigh from escaping. "He told me he was leaving because I wasn't any fun anymore. That all I ever talked about was how unhappy I was at work. But I was unhappy at work because of Super Bitch, his little girlfriend. Once, he told me it was good for me to be in a situation where I wasn't in control. What was that supposed to mean?"
    Zaq lifted a dark eyebrow. She could tell he'd made a mental note of her question. But he turned the subject. "Why did you not leave?"
    "I couldn't stop thinking of all the dirty tricks she was playing to keep people from getting their benefits," she said. "Real people. Sick people."
    The expression on his face. He seemed to be openly assessing her. Why? They were never going to see each other again. Maybe he wanted to figure out the best way to