. . . . . . . . . . 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 for Las Vegas for his business party. Together we'd leave for Seattle to look into the oil factory which we'd be partnering up with.
I'd probably be away for two to three weeks. I couldn't take Larry on some business trip and definitely couldn't take him away from school. I'd need someone to take care of him for me.
A knock sounds on my door and I looked up to see Jacklin already inside, a tablet 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 adds as she points the tablet to me. I looked at it to find a list of five different names written down.
"I checked up on every one of them, and they have good qualities that you're going to love, no doubt. If you want, I can put up an interview for all of them today and get the best one. Or we can skip that and pick whoever you think is best for the job," Jacklin said.