Benny was foocused on her actions, trying to read the actually hard to read lady.
He nodded at her analysis, straightening his checkered jacket.
A confident smile decorated his face.
‘’ And now say something you actually mean– Not something i want to hear.’’She parted her lips as if to say something and instead smiled. It wasn’t a normal, pleasing smile. It was a crack on her dull expression. None the less, it was the best smile she could make.
“They say to never insult a man in his own home.”
I did answer honestly… But only for the positives. I feel like your… Hotel, it isn’t as pure as it makes itself out to be. I feel all the workers here seem strained… Stressed. I’m not sure what kind of hotel you are running, Benny but, I do hope that it’s not running into the ground.”
Benny had to smile at that comment,
he didn’t see it as an insult,
it was more a evidence for her lack of knowledge about the whole Vegas situation,
‘’ Baby, You think the Omertas are as pure as they seem?– You think the White Gloves– well actually they give me the heebie-jeebies the moment i walk in there. But that’s out of context.
What i’m saying is of course there is stress, It’s a Casino and a Hotel, ran by hard working people.
So yes hon’. People get a little ‘strained’. ‘’
