The Ultimate Sacrifice-Bottoms Up
The Longhorn Hotel and Casino wasn't on the Strip. It was a world of its own, a sprawling complex of neon and weathered concrete where anonymity was part of the decor. Gladys had texted the room number with a single instruction: **"Come ready to work."** Memo stood before the door, a leather briefcase in hand. Inside was not a contract, but the tools of their new, unspoken trade. He knocked. Gladys opened the door. The suite was standard, but she had transformed it. The lights were low, soft jazz played from a portable speaker, and a notepad lay open on the small desk next to her laptop. She was all business in a sharp blazer, but her expression was one of focused readiness. "You chose the Longhorn," Memo said, stepping inside. The air hummed with the distant sound of slot machines. "Total anonymity. No one here is looking for anyone else's story," she said, closing the door. "It's perfect. Now, report." He set the briefca...