"Not that I know of."
Jim skipped the next cubical and then stuck his head in Maggie's. "Robot Roxie," he whispered. By the time Maggie turned around, he was gone.
Roxie the Robot was a stickler for the rules, even though she wasn't the boss of anyone. If an employee broke a rule, they could expect a look of disapproval from Roxie. Everyone agreed - if the company had a snitch, it was Roxie. For Roxie to be spending time in Nicole's office could only mean one of two things; either she was snitching again, or Nicole was offering her the manager position. If it was the latter, they were all doomed.
"Just our luck," Maggie muttered. She logged into her computer and pulled up the next cancellation order, but she had a hard time concentrating. It was too bad Bronco8881 had to rush off so soon. She would have liked listening to his deep voice and looking at his fascinating eyes. From this day forward, talking to him online was going to take on a whole new dimension. On the other hand, the temptation to accept his invitation to dinner had also greatly increased. In her opinion, he was indeed divine.
*
It was mid-afternoon when Carl said, "Bingo! Nanny Bertrand pays for her own cable television and lives in the Fireside Retirement Home here in Denver."
"Excellent. What's the address?" Jackie asked.
"I'll print it out." He clicked on print, waited a second or two, reached over and pulled a sheet of paper off the printer.
When Jackie's personal cellphone rang and she put it on speaker, Michael and Carl stopped what they were doing to listen.
"Jackie, it's great to hear from you," Grant Cunningham said. "What can I help with?"
"We need a little information," Jackie answered. "By the way, you're on speaker."
"Anything, just name it."
"Do you have a frequent visitor in your casino by the name of Mathew Connelly?"
"Connelly? Sure, I know him."
"I would rather you didn't tell him we're checking up on him," Jackie said.
"I understand. What would you like to know?"
"Anything you can tell us."
"Well, he is a high roller and he can have a free room when he comes, but he would rather pay for one."
Both Michael and Carl rolled their eyes. "By credit card?" Michael asked.
"Yes, a Visa, I think it is. It's always good."
"Does he win or lose most often?" Jackie asked.
"Six of one, half dozen of the other. He favors the blackjack tables…and the dealer, if she is pretty. Last year, Joyce Boyd fell hard for him."