Las Vegas, Nevada - Saturday<br/><br/>Jace made it back to his office through the employee wing. He’d just sat down. Wondering what he would work on first as he leaned his head back in his chair and stared at the stack of papers he had yet to go through. His annoyance and anger over the fact he was yet again alone to cope. Or in his case drink himself silly and not give a flying shit about what anyone thought. Since he couldn’t cope. He could never cope. Annalise had seen to that. Vaguely he wondered if Annalise wasn’t cheating on him with someone else. She was always out with friend. For the longest moment he realized he didn’t actually care if she was. A part of him actually felt elated at the thought that she might actually leave him. Was he that much out of love with his wife that he wanted her to be with someone else. No he was just that done with dealing with everything alone. Damn it he wanted a partner. He wanted love. Fuck he just wanted to feel like he was human again.<br/><br/>Letting his eyes close he just sat there. Something in Jace finally snapped into place and he realized he yearned for the innocence that he’d first had when he married Annalise. The innocence to believe the best in everyone. Not this jaded view where he could see everyone as walking vics he knew how to wrap around his little finger. He sighed. Opened his eyes and began to read through the top sheet of paper. A list of clients who were overdue. Sighing he made a mental note to increase the interest their late fee was collecting. He was sick of this shit.<br/><br/>Erimar was smiling charmingly at the girl and a small giggle escaped his lips at her false start. He knew he was somewhat an acquired taste. “Oh posh sweetie my mother used to say I looked just like my dad, until I turned fourteen and started wearing dresses. Well lets not get into the cat fights my sisters had with me over stretching out their dresses. Oh lordie I was a little more rotund then. Now I’m much more slim and built to look stunningly gorgeous in a dress! You my darling look MUCH prettier then your mother. I would say you inherited the good genes!”<br/><br/>The shear oddity of the statement didn’t even register with Erimar. It was just typically the way he was. Leaving some to wonder if he didn’t just do this to startle and stun others into letting their guards down. The truth was Erimar didn’t really come with filters and therefore said whatever came to mind and tended to focus on fashion and looks as he rather enjoyed both.<br/><br/>“Come along then love,” Erimar said putting his arm through hers without hesitation and waiting to see her reaction before he would start leading her towards the far back corner where a large set of opaque glass doors led to the waiting rooms and offices beyond.