stop out, see the place, we’ll have a
drink? Talk about the job.”
Donna was proud of herself, but understood the sexual
dynamic in the work place. She looked at it as reality.
This was an opportunity she was getting, which she
could take or leave.
She didn’t have to be asked again or enticed any
further.
She hopped in the shower and put on her best form
fitting jeans and and white dress shirt with a black tank top
underneath. She threw on some black boots and put her hair up. In a
near record time she was off to Palos Verdes.
Malcom Bradley's home was nestled back in the hills
rising up off the ocean. It was an area generally inhabited by lots
of Laker players in their day. Most of the real estate in the
neighborhood was in the $2 million range to start out.
Bradley's place was on the lower end in size and
scale, but still quite nice. It had a Spanish mission style look
with orange/brown tile roof, a three car garage, and well-manicured
desert style landscaping.
Donna drove up in her early 2000s Ford Focus and felt
out of place.
She relaxed a bit when the thought popped into her
head “This is the house I thought I would be getting when I started
going out with Chris.”
The walkway went up a few steps to the front door
which was solid hardwood and at least twelve foot tall. It seemed
overly grandiose for a smaller one-story home.
Before Donna could knock, she heard a voice from
behind it.
“Hold on Ms. Casteel,” he called out. “I am coming.
Gimme a second.”
The door unhinged and it sounded like he was
disengaging multiple locks. It swung open to reveal the balding and
still mostly unattractive Malcolm Bradley.
But thinking back, which Donna would do from time to
time, Darry was no great looker either. Donna made a baby with him
and was fully convinced it would be only them together forever.
This guy though, there was something sort of seedy
about him. That’s the way she always perceived lawyers. She had
been around them enough, including her friend of a friend Carl, to
know that they ultimately didn’t create anything but mayhem and in
many cases misery.
She had an immediate feeling pop into her head
questioning why she was here. It wasn’t that she felt any danger or
that she couldn’t handle herself physically with this man.
It was a feeling that she gave up too early.
The Compton thing Peter brought up seemed like so
much non-sense. A plastic surgery clinic?
“Hi,” she said uncharacteristically shyly. “I
appreciate the invite.”
“Come in,” he said without much feel of romance in
the cadence, but decidedly less formal than when they met at the
office earlier in the day. “I was surprised to hear from you.”
“Oh no,” Donna thought to herself. “Even this creep
thought I had more on the ball than to actually go through with
whoring myself to a total stranger. I couldn’t feel more weak right
now.”
Donna only smiled and said: “Why do you say
that?”
“Well, we only just met,” Bradley said. “Plus you are
so lovely, I figured some man had scooped you up already. I am so
glad that’s not the case.”
He put his hand on her shoulder and guided her into
the main room. The place was gorgeous and decorated in a much more
minimalist fashion than what she had anticipated. There were rich
tiles everywhere. There was also some beautiful tasteful art that
Donna vaguely recognized from a class she had attended one weekend
at a local community college when she had thoughts of maybe going
into museum work.
“If you want my opinion, I think you are way
over-qualified for the job,” he said leading her to the large couch
in his small TV room.
There was a desk immediately behind the couch. Both
were facing the TV directly.
“I wanted to see if you agreed. I have the deciding
vote. You wouldn’t be working with me, but I thought you could be
the best
drink? Talk about the job.”
Donna was proud of herself, but understood the sexual
dynamic in the work place. She looked at it as reality.
This was an opportunity she was getting, which she
could take or leave.
She didn’t have to be asked again or enticed any
further.
She hopped in the shower and put on her best form
fitting jeans and and white dress shirt with a black tank top
underneath. She threw on some black boots and put her hair up. In a
near record time she was off to Palos Verdes.
Malcom Bradley's home was nestled back in the hills
rising up off the ocean. It was an area generally inhabited by lots
of Laker players in their day. Most of the real estate in the
neighborhood was in the $2 million range to start out.
Bradley's place was on the lower end in size and
scale, but still quite nice. It had a Spanish mission style look
with orange/brown tile roof, a three car garage, and well-manicured
desert style landscaping.
Donna drove up in her early 2000s Ford Focus and felt
out of place.
She relaxed a bit when the thought popped into her
head “This is the house I thought I would be getting when I started
going out with Chris.”
The walkway went up a few steps to the front door
which was solid hardwood and at least twelve foot tall. It seemed
overly grandiose for a smaller one-story home.
Before Donna could knock, she heard a voice from
behind it.
“Hold on Ms. Casteel,” he called out. “I am coming.
Gimme a second.”
The door unhinged and it sounded like he was
disengaging multiple locks. It swung open to reveal the balding and
still mostly unattractive Malcolm Bradley.
But thinking back, which Donna would do from time to
time, Darry was no great looker either. Donna made a baby with him
and was fully convinced it would be only them together forever.
This guy though, there was something sort of seedy
about him. That’s the way she always perceived lawyers. She had
been around them enough, including her friend of a friend Carl, to
know that they ultimately didn’t create anything but mayhem and in
many cases misery.
She had an immediate feeling pop into her head
questioning why she was here. It wasn’t that she felt any danger or
that she couldn’t handle herself physically with this man.
It was a feeling that she gave up too early.
The Compton thing Peter brought up seemed like so
much non-sense. A plastic surgery clinic?
“Hi,” she said uncharacteristically shyly. “I
appreciate the invite.”
“Come in,” he said without much feel of romance in
the cadence, but decidedly less formal than when they met at the
office earlier in the day. “I was surprised to hear from you.”
“Oh no,” Donna thought to herself. “Even this creep
thought I had more on the ball than to actually go through with
whoring myself to a total stranger. I couldn’t feel more weak right
now.”
Donna only smiled and said: “Why do you say
that?”
“Well, we only just met,” Bradley said. “Plus you are
so lovely, I figured some man had scooped you up already. I am so
glad that’s not the case.”
He put his hand on her shoulder and guided her into
the main room. The place was gorgeous and decorated in a much more
minimalist fashion than what she had anticipated. There were rich
tiles everywhere. There was also some beautiful tasteful art that
Donna vaguely recognized from a class she had attended one weekend
at a local community college when she had thoughts of maybe going
into museum work.
“If you want my opinion, I think you are way
over-qualified for the job,” he said leading her to the large couch
in his small TV room.
There was a desk immediately behind the couch. Both
were facing the TV directly.
“I wanted to see if you agreed. I have the deciding
vote. You wouldn’t be working with me, but I thought you could be
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