Double Faced Twins

Chapter 6

Benson

I once again have the twins, especially Faith, on my mind. I'm trying to think of a way to see them again when an idea comes to me. I've been toying with a new project they would be perfect for. It doesn't hurt that it'll allow me to get close to them.

I don't have to think twice. I give the twin's office a call, something that I never do myself. Their pretty receptionist answered, and without hesitation, I asked for Faith. There is something special about the younger twin that has me asking to speak to her. When I hear her voice, I strongly desire to see her no matter what. I asked about a late afternoon meeting, but she mentioned an interview with a magazine. I know that it's Lance Crawford, and I find myself jealous that he'll be spending time with my girls.

At least I was able to get a dinner meeting scheduled. I don't know if both of the twins will be there, but I find that it's Faith who I want to see. I want to make her blush with just my smile.

My meeting with Lance Crawford is in about twenty minutes. As I make my way down to the lobby, I call my driver and ask him to bring my car to the front of my office building. My driver is there waiting for me when I arrive. I get into the back, and we make the short ride to the restaurant. I exit the vehicle, enter the restaurant, and see Lance Crawford waving me over. I walk over and extend my hand.

He stands and takes my hand in his. We greet each other with a handshake, take a seat, and he waves over the waitress.

A pretty, petite blonde comes over and gives us both a sweet smile. "Can I get you a drink while you look at the menu?"

I grin at her. "I'll take a gin and tonic with two limes, please."

Lance holds up his empty glass.

"Another one?" she asks.

"Yes, please," Lance replies.

We both take a look at the menu so that we are ready when she gets back. She returns shortly with our drinks, and we place our orders.

"Are you okay if we get started and then take a break for our meal? Also, I'll record our interview if you don't mind?"

"That's fine with me," I reply.

"Great." Lance takes out his phone and sets it up to record our conversation. "Tell me how you got involved in real estate," he asks me his first question.

I take a moment to gather my thoughts. "There was no big moment when I realized real estate was for me. I was more into architecture. That's what my degree is. I was more interested in renovating existing buildings to their original beauty to resell them for a profit. So I got my real estate license, and as they say, the rest is history."

Our meals arrive, and we take a break to eat before continuing the interview. We don't talk much during our lunch, which I appreciate.

The waitress clears our plates, and Lance continues to record. "So, tell me about your roots. Where did you come from, and what kind of child were you? Were you always ambitious?"

I lean back into my chair before responding, "My roots are here in San Diego. I was born and raised on Coronado Island. My parents were both lawyers. They're now retired and still live in the same house where I grew up. I was their only child, and they spoiled me rotten. As for being ambitious, I guess I have been for as long as I can remember. I always wanted to succeed, to be the best at everything I did."

"How old were you when you made your first million?"

I respond proudly, "I was twenty-six."

Lance does not even look surprised by my answer. "Where do you see yourself in ten years?"