Blonde Gold Digger

Stylish Ol' Grandpa Calvin

I went to the computer in the office, and double checked the location of Katrina Rose. We tapped her phone so I could see the location of her very easily. She was at a bar. Not just any bar, but 'Atomic Liquors'. Atomic Liquors is a very famous bar here in Las Vegas, and it is absolutely packed with rich men from about their late 30's to about their early 50's. 

"Katrina clearly likes older rich men no matter how they look like. As long as they got bills in their pants then she's up for anything" I said to myself. I eyed the place. It looked ridiculously vibrant and noisy as hell. I gasped in disgust.It was just then that things started adding up.

"That's why Katrina married William Harvest because he was a doctor. After all doctors get payed quite a lot." I didn't even care if I acted crazy by talking to myself. All I cared about was the piece of information that I was gathering up. I grinned to myself. Bad Old grandpa Calvin thinking like a boss! But I am not telling anyone this.

Three things I needed to do:
Look for Katrina in the bar
Chat her up whilst recording every word
After all of that, find out where Dr. William Harvest worked

"I can't go to that place like this, she'll realise sooner or later i'm an average oldie, or even worse, I work for the C.I.A. I drove of quickly and brought a White t-shirt with a middle finger on it, black jeans with chains on the hip, golden sneakers that came with a golden and black hat then put Gucci glasses on my shirt. Yes, I was serious about this. I had my face waxed and a very tiny bit of make up so I can at least look attractive. Many people told me I look like Alejandro González Iñárritu  naturally and that's why they hate my job because according to them, it will 'ruin my Hollywood look'

I sighed and I went back home for permission from my wife. She nodded and let out a weak smile. I frowned and squeezed her.

"Honey, please trust me. I've been doing this for several years and haven't broken a bone"

She was still upset, looking teary even. She kept her eyes on the floor and said,

"This isn't about breaking a bone. Well of course is it but its not based on tha-. How do I put it..your flirting with a murderer"

"For information, nothing else" I assured her "I love you and you only, we have a family together. You as my family are my priority"


This time, she beamed and wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me back.


"Oh, Vinnie. Your ever so kind to me. I'm so happy to be married to you. Sorry for ever doubting you. I'm just doing my own job as a worried wife"


I laughed and kissed her head. We kept shouting 'bye' and 'i love you' until I got in my car. Only my wife understands me and what I go through in work. People say she looks like Alexia Clark and has the same shape too. I agree. She is one hell of a beauty. Now time to get serious


I had slicked my hair back into a ponytail so no one would notice me, I looked in my car mirror and realised I looked a bit older because of the makeup. Great. Now it would be almost impossible for me to be recognised. I walked into the bar and inhaled the strong stench of beer and alcohol. I heard many whispers and felt countless glares. All of them looked filthy rich but terrifyingly unattractive. This had put me off. I scrolled around the room to look for some actually good looking men, then I saw Katrina.