. . . . . . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington. . . . . . .
I sat in my office room, peering at the invite on my phone. I kept pondering over and over the name written in the middle of the letter.
SANTIAGO ROMAN.
In a few days I'd be leaving the state to Las Vegas for his business party. Together we'd leave for Seattle to look into the oil factory which we'd be partnering up for.
I'd probably be away for two to three weeks. I couldn't take Larry to some business trip and definitely couldn't take him away from school. I'd be needing someone to take care of him for me.
A knock sounds on my door and I looked up to see jacklin already inside, a tab held against her chest.
" Sir, I've looked into what you asked me to, " she said as she neared me. " A list of women to get for Larry " she ad
