Rick lay flat on his back in the centre of the ruined silk sheets. He was completely naked, his muscular body slick with sweat, blood, and the lingering fluids from his brutal session with the two women.
He didn't move. He just glared at the massive eighty-inch flat-screen TV mounted on the far wall.
The grey static had cleared, revealing the dark, distorted silhouette of a man sitting behind a desk. The Corporate Oversight Director. The digital, metallic voice had just finished demanding his attention.
Rick let out a loud, highly annoyed sigh.
"You have terrible fucking timing," Rick said loudly into the empty master suite. He knew the TV's built-in microphone was picking up every word. "I just finished tearing these two apart, and I was about to take a nap. What do you want?"
