Sierra
On the way to Anthony’s business, I texted my dad and told him there was someone I wanted him to meet. I asked him to please make sure he and the apartment looked decent. He sent me a thumbs up. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
We pulled up to a tall building all glass and chrome. When we walked in I was surprised that the place was so busy on a Sunday.
“Hello, Mr. Angelo,” a brunette said from behind a big mahogany desk that said reception in bold letters on the front of it.
“Hello Aria. I’d like you to meet my fiancé, Sierra. If she ever comes to visit she is to be let up immediately. A company email will be sent out with her picture. Make sure your team memorizes her face. And she is to be addressed as Mrs. Angelo.”
“Yes sir. Good morning Mrs. Angelo, it's
