Because of a bomb threat to the CEO of the company I work for, in a different hotel, in a different state, which someone called in after we’d left for Vegas. Why would someone call that in? Jesus. I’m a fool. Not someone. It was Freya. I should’ve realised last night when she didn’t seem at all surprised about there being no party when we got here. She needed to buy herself some time to come up with a new plan.
