Rich - 67 hours Earlier
“First off, Gary wasn’t that old. 42 is hardly old man sex. Secondly. You have brains.” Rich said with an exasperated look. “I know playing dumb assures most of the guys you mix with, makes them feel all big and strong and all. But with me I just feel like I’m carrying your lazy ass. The only reason you don’t have a degree is because you just got distracted by boys while you were in the important classes.” He told as he looked to the paper work. “Not that I didn’t get distracted too, I just didn’t have your range of choice. All those years in high school and the best I got was to tug off Oliver Kettering after …” His story trailed off and what he was reading started making some kind of sense. He flipped over to another sheet, scowling at it.
“This is from accounts.” He told her. “Some kind of back ground check. Not so weird, they wouldn’t want the cover girl of a best seller getting bad headlines because of an undisclosed crime spree. Don’t get why they’d do the same to your sister.” He went over leaf. “They had you both followed for nearly two months?! What?" He glanced on the back of the page he was looking on. "They had a report on your diets, your health, and your sexual history? Fuck me.” He looked to the bottom of the last page. “There’s a note, hand written, it just says to charge it all to a file called ‘Opacus Sanguis’.” Rich looked away for a second. “I’m doing a cover for a book called Opacus Sanguis.” He told her.