Lucas
I rested my hand on my mom’s stone and smiled. “I’m almost there, mom,” I spoke in a whisper. “Please hold on for just a bit longer.”
It was time for my weekly meeting with George Torres, and I knew he wouldn’t be too happy considering I had yet to give him useful information.
I discovered his so-called presentation was nothing more than a fairytale. He liked doing things fast, while I wasn’t fond of sloppy work. I was used to doing things spotless.
Spending time with Marvin had shown me that he wasn’t that difficult to get close to after all. Despite his cold image, he was a warm person who liked making his presence known.
Whether he was sincere or because he was fearful of me hitting on Elena? I had yet to find out.
Then again, Pedro, or Panther as he liked to call himself, d
