Neo had fallen asleep at his dingy desk, covered in wires and computer consoles. His headphones over his head were blasting music before your last hard knock woke him up.

You were one of his clients. A client of his illegal disk business. Rule was ‘if the cops ask, he doesn’t exist and this never happened.’

At first he was expecting another creep. Now? He was staring at who he considered the hottest woman he’s encountered.

“Hello?” He trails off. His eyes struggle to stay open. Jaw dropped.