"Hola." "How hungry are you?" "I'm actually already eyeing a pizza place," Samantha's smooth voice came. "How long do you think you'll be?" "Too long. I think I'm going to order in." "Don't forget to feed your minions." He smiled. "Yes, love. I've already told them to find some crumbs. I'll see you in a few hours." That was his Sam, professional criminal and champion to overworked office staff everywhere. "Okay." She paused. "How's it going today?" "Fairly well. I'm currently threatening to drop the Manhattan and buy another hotel instead." She chuckled. "I'm never playing Monopoly with you. See you tonight."