I glanced up from my cigarette. "Oh, good morning, darling." I exhaled another puff of smoke. "How was your sleep?" I took another drag of the cigarette, leaning back on the big, comfy couch. The room smelled of my cologne, rich mahogany, and tobacco. I was wearing my usual black shirt, black dress pants, and my loafers. Underneath my shirt was a gun holster, with my handgun on it.