"The Vegas Strip, followed by prostitution and death in a crack den by next Christmas," came Seth's reply, the moment the door had shut behind her. "She'll be sorry she ever laid eyes on you," he said with a chilling smile. "I do love my job," he muttered under his breath, before turning his attention to Zane.
"Well you can start by telling me why you ordered this inferior single malt, instead of the decent whiskey I requested," Seth pulled a face as he swallowed a mouthful. "It's so rough it reminds me of being in Frontier America," he gave a shudder at the thought. "Then you can explain what you're doing back here, balls deep, instead of running this operation, as I expect you too." This time he met Zane's eyes, with dangerous, unblinking eyes filled with rage. "I expect more from you Gula - and I shall get it!"