KANE
McLauren leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes narrowing as Mona came into view on the screen.
Red hair.
Soft face.
Out of place.
Interesting.
"Who the hell is she?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Behind him, the manager shifted nervously, already sweating.
"Uh... she's new. Ticket booth."
McLauren didn't look at him.
"Name."
"Mona."
Silence.
Long.
Heavy.
McLauren watched the screen, studying the way she smiled, the way she reacted to Kane. The way Kane reacted to her.