His superiors had paid a visit earlier in the day, and he'd just seen them to their limousine and on their way back home to wherever it is they lived.  Vasek didn't know, and he didn't care.  Only that they were satisfied with his performance, and that the money was coming in.  It was a fortunate convenience that a three and a quarter million bid happened to close as they were about to leave.  They'd already expressed satisfaction with his restructuring, and the new sale was icing on the cake.<br/><br/>He could hear the occasional anguished cry coming from the old ventilation duct over his head, and he smiled.  How lucky, he thought to himself, to be able to work in such surroundings.<br/><br/>Ruffling through some papers, he noted check-in and check-out times of several potential sales.  He'd had limited success in selling boys, but there were a few staying at the Hostel that met his criteria, and he made certain they were publicized.  As pleased as his superiors were with his performance, Vasek wasn't overly thrilled himself.  There were too many empty rooms, and he wanted them filled.  Looking up to the ductwork, he was confident he'd hear more coming from it soon...