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sorry. I’m really going to try to be there on time, I promise. I love you, baby,” Saint added, trying to soothe the wounds he had caused by excessive tardiness as of late due to work obligations.
    Xenia sighed. “I love you too, Saint,” she said weakly. “You’re still in trouble though.”
    “After your interview tonight, I have a surprise for you.”
    “What kind of a surprise?” she asked, her voice perking up.
    “I think you know what I’m talking about, and of course it has an added twist.” Saint smiled devilishly. “Oh yes, baby, I can’t wait. I picked up a little something for you to wear. Of course, the crotch is cut out for me to have easy access. Whew shit, I can’t wait,” he laughed.
    “That’s a surprise for you then!” Xenia laughed. “You ain’t slick. Oh that reminds me, how did the session with Cree and Tom go? Saint, that is so weird,” she sighed. “I know you told me about this when we first met, about these house calls you sometimes do but I couldn’t imagine having someone standing there while you and I are making love, giving pointers. That would be so damn uncomfortable,” Xenia cracked up.
    Saint smiled. “You’d be surprised, actually. Everyone is nervous at first but then they tend to relax, especially with how much they have to pay, they better relax. Time is money!” he laughed. “It went well though. I think they’ll be fine for a while. Cree doesn’t speak up enough and Tom has been watching too many hardcore pornos. Well baby, I have to go. I just pulled up to the office.”
    “OK. Saint, I love you,” Xenia said wistfully.
    “I love you too, baby. I’ll be home soon and I promise you, when I get done with you tonight, you’ll sleep for five days straight,” Saint teased before he hung up the phone.
    He exhaled noisily as he looked up at the large fifteen floor, modern building with light blue glass mirror windows. From the outside, it looked just like an office building, and on paperwork for the IRS, it was listed as a small independent accounting and banking firm. It in fact was, from outward appearances. People could in reality do their banking, update their portfolios, talk to seasoned, international world trade advisors and get personal counseling from stock mentors here. But under the surface, behind the mask, was the lair of the White Knights of the Round Table. It had been years in the making, but finally, they no longer had to meet at hotels under disguised names. Now, they were able to conduct business still under a cloak of secrecy, but also out in the open.
    Saint parked up front, next to a black Benz, white BMW and a red and blue Harley. He got out of his car, put on his Ray-Ban tech carbon filter sunglasses and headed towards the front revolving door. As soon as he entered, the greetings began. The seemingly normal bank lobby with braided, velvet red ropes and shiny gold pedestals welcomed him. An array of tellers, dressed in crisp white shirts and tailored pinstriped black pants, looked up and smiled, nodded, cut their eyes and turned away slyly.
    “Good afternoon, Dr. Aknaten,” many said in unison.
    Saint nodded as he swiftly made his way closer to the elevator. A short, curvaceous African-American woman with big green eyes approached him, handing him a latte.
    “It’s just how you like it,” Erin said with a huge smile.
    Saint took it from her. “Erin, you know I don’t drink coffee. I swear you are trying to get me hooked on these lattes,” he grinned as he put it up to his lips, the hot sweet liquid with the whipped cream topping leaving a small dollop of creaminess on his upper lip. He licked it away and nodded at her. Erin smiled wider as she saw he enjoyed it.
    “I know, but you liked the last one so much I figured, what the heck!”
    She waved as he disappeared behind the closing silver elevator doors.
    Saint stood erect, holding his hot beverage in one hand and his laptop bag under his arm. The slow music relaxed him as