A Bar

"Meet me at Plateau at 9. You know the place? Where something classy that screams slut. If we want to hide this meeting you'll need to pretend to be my hooker."

"A hooker?!"

"Is it really that different? Just no cameras this time."

"Fine. Plateau at 9. What do I even call you? Your card was blank."

"Call me Mr. Carter. They'll know."

As he hung up Monica pulled away from the parking garage and made her brief drive home. It offered her enough time to debate on what the next step needs to be. If she's plays his game she could be playing into something worse. What else could she do?