"I don't need you doing anything obvious. I'll handle the heavy load, just be a good girl and listen to me."
These were the words I used to pull a thirsty Annie to my cause.
While recruiting the woman was quite risky—as she could decide to risk my wrath and go back on my words, it was much easier to further stain what had already been stained.
At the moment, I was in a newly hired jet speeding toward Los Angeles.
San Bernardino was not too far from Los Angeles International Airport, and I expected my flight to touch down in the next 30 minutes.
I didn't question Denise about the cost of the new hire but applauded her efficiency.
Landing at Los Angeles International Airport, I got into a black Rolls-Royce hired from a company, chauffeured by an old man with a white moustache and a happy smile. I reconsidered the decision I made about having a driver.
"She needs to be a bombshell, but also able to hold her own.
Also, her driving skills need to be top-notch."
