“Maybe,” I say. “Once I get settled, and find time, I’ll look into it.”
“That’s good, babe.”
“Oh, and Mom called. Her friend has arranged a place to stay for a few days. The place looks cool.”
“Great. Just be careful, babe, and focus on driving!”
“I am.”
“Another customer. Gotta run!”
The call ends and I drive towards NYC. My eyes sweep the road system, but my mind drifts to Lorenzo. Then his piercing blue eyes, and his sexy dark looks.
I shake my nerdy mind and return to reality. I drive towards NYC, Manhattan, and the Upper East Side.
“New York City! Here I come!”
3
LORENZO
After an exhausting work out, a long shower, and slow classical music, I feel calm. I’m used to maximum control of my environment, and I find the meal my five-star personal chef has prepared, and left.
I stand in my fluffy black towel, finally centered, and I eat the pheasant and venison slowly. The thing is, I should be happy, but I am not.
I have everything right at my very fingertips.
There is nothing I want, or need, but there is this. I am not happy, and I am not content.I have also slowed down on most of my conquests, and pursuits, of all kinds.
Women, exploring remote ancient ruins, buying movie companies and building companies.
It almost feels like, I’ve done all I can.
That there are no more conquests, or mountains to climb, and I am now starting to wonder, what is the point?
I grew up poor, and I understand the natural drive to generate wealth. I’m way beyond that, and it almost seems pointless to chase.
And chase anything…
As I ponder that, my personal cell rings. I check the caller ID, and it’s the only woman I love.
It is not my mother, because I have no family. I was an orphan, and I am alone in the world. It is what it is, I entered the world alone.
I will leave it alone.
As I consider not answering, I tell my hyper reclusive side to be a human. It is the one person in the world, who has shown me love.
As always it will be an honor to connect with the sweet, old, retired, secretary. She is as close to a mother, as I’ll ever have.
“Hello, dear,” the gentle woman says, immediately melting my walls.
“Hi Martha, so nice to hear from you. All okay?”
“Well, yes, dear, of course. You know me.”
“Great,” I say wondering where this will go. We talked a month ago, and I have a PI monitor her life, from afar. Just in case she ever needs anything, or anyone messes with her.
They wouldn’t, but I have her back. That’s because she helped me grow up, from age twenty, until now.