Time for a Drink
After stepping out of the elevator, Alexi leads the way through high rollers. The problem with heels is I have to take smaller strides in them and struggle to keep up with him. He notices and slows his pace to match mine. We quickly make our way through the high rollers. Once we're in the back of the room, there's a hallway that has two security guards flanking the hall. Seriously? They can protect this room so well, but they couldn't do the same for Dillon? I want to call management and have a talk, but Dillon doesn't seem to be in the mood for me to bring that up. I'll try to talk to him about it tomorrow. The guards greet Alexi in a familiar manner as if he's been here a lot.