When I looked at the time, it was already 12:15 pm and it was going to take thirty minutes to get to the property my dad wanted me to check out, so I ordered my Lyft and grabbed my ledger folder and threw it into my messenger bag. The Lyft arrived five minutes later, and I headed out my door and jumped into the car. It took exactly thirty minutes for me to get to the property. It was more than I had imagined and, to be honest, it was beautiful to say the least. I was meeting the owner, Carl Santana, at the bar on the first level, so I walked inside the property looking for the bar.
The inside was even more beautiful than I imagined, and I could instantly see why my father was smitten with this property.
“Mr. Jordan, I presume.” A short middle-aged man said, walking
