“I see,” he says with a false grin. “These services, what are they?”
“Well, it mostly has to do with procuring entertainment,” I say. The nausea remains but decreases since there is more truth to what I say. “Albert has some pretty exotic tastes when he throws a party. Getting him what he wants can be a full time job.”
“Are these…services…illegal in nature?” he asks.
I pause for a moment, giving the nausea a chance to settle before asking a question I know the answer to. “Those cameras are off right?”
“Of course.” The deception is delivered smoothly; it would have beaten any lie detector.