A tragic accident left Flynn Stallworth wealthy, but alone. She's spent the last 9 months in and out of lawyer's offices, and fighting off her ex looking for a payday. Now that things have settled, time alone in the Bahamas is just what she needs. L...
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"Hello Devin, he's in his office."
Thanks Miss Tamara. Flynn back?
"No, she still getting pretty for you."
She should be back soon then. She's already beautiful, almost as beautiful as you!
"You stop your flirting boy. I remember when you still wet the bed!"
I walk down the hall. Wonder what he wants with me?
I nervously knock on the big birch door.
"Devin, please come in."
Hi Mr. S. What ... do you need?
"Please call me Dad. You're proposing to my daughter next month!"
Alright Dad.
"Sit, this is between the two of us OK. Nothing leaves this room. Drink?"
No thank you.
He pours himself a glass.
I sit across from his desk in a leather chair.
He's stressed. More than usual.
The room smells like cigar smoke.
Something serious?
"Yes Devin it is. It's about S.I.. We are in trouble. Real trouble. I don't know how to come out of it. Think I'm going to have to sell. We've been trying to turn things around for months. My brother has crunched and restructured five times over. It's all on here."
He slides me a thumb drive.
What? I'm sure you don't have to do that, Stallworth is your ... You sure?
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm at the end of my goddamn rope. It's just killing me ... killing me I say ... slowly."
I look at the thumb drive.
He paces for a bit, then falls into his chair. He leans back.
If Roland Stallworth can't fix ... I don't understand, what can I do? He the numbers guy.
"You can tell me what you know. Devin, your Dad and I have had our issues in the past, but I I need help."
Mr. S., um Dad ... his Alzheimer's is getting worse, it might be too late. He can't ...
