California dreaming

She arrived in California by midnight. Her bodyguards railing short behind her as she made the call to the hotel to prepare her a meal of her choice and a bottle of her preferred wine. The man has been informed to be expecting her no matter the time. She couldn’t remember his name. Alyssa wasn’t good at remembering people who weren’t worth her respect.

She climbed the stairs of the entrance of his manor. He was a nephew of one the largest media companies’ founder. He clearly had the political capital. Alyssa could only imagine his personality only from the eccentric nature of his house. The guard knocked and a maid opened greeting them with a smile. She led them in the living room where the man sat with a glass of vodka in his hands.

“Alyssa Pope.” He stood up and extended his hand. Alyssa took it shaking it firmly. Her eyes pinned his. She turned to her bodyguard who whispered the man’s last name to her. “Mr Jersey” she said before taking her seat in the armchair to his side. She di