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"What's this Michael?" Victor asked.
"Nothing. Accounting ledger."
"It's in code."
"Yes," Michael replied with sarcasm, "We're in kind of a secretive profession."
"I was pretty good at cryptology in my day," Victor said is he flipped through the little black book. Michael really wished Victor would respect his boundaries at times.
"Are these names?"
"Maybe, some of them."
"Am I in here?"
"It's for people I have done financial business with. It's not personal." Victor gave him a who-do-you-think-you're-talking-to-here look.
"Yeah, sure. Hey, where's Fiona in here? Under F or G for Glenanne?"
Michael grabbed away the book and said, steely, "Enough, Victor."
"What are all those letter sequences? Did you write in code how good we are in bed? Or just how ruggedly yet boyishly handsome we are?"
"Let it go, Victor."
Victor smiled. "Did I get your highest rating?"
"You got most likely to kill me after sex."
"Very funny, big guy."
"What makes you think I'm kidding?"
"Yeah? Well who got most likely to kill you DURING sex?" Victor asked, smiling wickedly.
"Also you."
"And who got most likely to make you scream yourself hoarse while using you roughly for my pleasure? And who got most likely to make you walk funny for a week?"
"Those ratings have not been assigned yet," Michael said with a smile.
"Then I guess I have a lot of work to do. I can be very competitive."