Away from the resort, in the bustling business world, the agents had already returned and relayed the news of their unsuccessful mission to Adam Scotland.
The millionaire had been disheartened by the news, but was more worried of how his sponsor, Richard Morrison would react to it.
The multi-billionaire doctor was already waiting for him in their designated location: the Hidden Sanctum.
That afternoon, laying hushed beneath the pulsing heart of Las Vegas, the Sanctum was a bit more reverent than before.
Crystal chandeliers were dimmed to a low, amber glow that dripped like liquid gold across the mahogany walls.
As always, the masked women were present and busy, moving in near-silence. No one came here to listen to them speak, their bodies were all that was required.
They performed slowly and hypnotically. Almost like a ritual.
