Owen
Picking up my cell, I make a call to the club to finalize the orders for the apartment I rented there for the summer. And I want to know more about this new woman, Petra Bakari.
“Isabel, at your service, Mr. Cantrell.” My call is answered by a happy sounding feminine voice.
“Hello, Isabel. And how are you doing this fine Saturday afternoon?” I run my pencil over the paper I’ve written my list of necessary items on, giving it one more look before I finalize the order.
“More than fine, sir. How can I help you?”
“As you’re aware, I’m sure, I’ve rented an apartment at the club again for the summer. A place to keep my purchase in. I need to turn in my list of what I want in it. Can you take this order for me?”
“I can. I’m ready when you are.”
Picking up my list, I rattle it off. “I
