"You should smoke some. Make you relax. Better than whatever the boss has you take." But they were nearly there, so Minjun turned the corner, getting closer to the club. "But we can arrange that. I owe you one lap dance. Under the weirdest circumstances we'll be able to improvise."

Minjun already had a feeling it would be pretty insane. He parked the car, then unfastened his seat belt and looked at Ten. "How much time alone with the boss before I interrupt? Fifteen? Thirty?"