"So did you call the girls or the club’s manager, yet?” asked Pike. He stood over me as I was typing my report on last night’s activity on my computer. Pike Gordon was a large man, tall, well trained, with a militaristic fashion sense. His eyes, however, were as innocent as a child’s. "You told me you'd call them soon." Pike pressed.
"Yes, they left about 15 minutes ago, you clown, and I’l'll finish this report first, and then call them. The club doesn’t open till 10 o’clock either way and that’s the only place we know the phone number to. So please leave my room already. If you’re that anxious to talk with Hannah or Sylvia, do us both a favor and call find a better way to contact them before work hours.” Pike’s smile turned into a frown when I went back to typing.
"You know, Cynthia is a little jealous now, she won’t help me with that” h