Sanky Panky turns Dominican York:The life and times of a bad boy in the 80s.

"Mr. Juan de Dios Lopez de la Cruz."

She ushers him in with a smile, after squaring up her pronounced shoulder pads and pulling down her tight miniskirt one last time.
She smiles when he passes her. She should be commended for memorizing his name and pronouncing it, she believed, correctly.
She looks at his card again. Heavy cardstock, simple black letters... LOPEZ GROUP, the only information besides his name.
Who is this guy?
That seemed to be the question on the whole reception area of the prestigious law firm. All typewriters abandoned and all eyes on her.
That he was some big fish was pretty obvious.
But young, good looking, with a sexy accent, smelling delicious, and dressed more like a male model than a businessman? Not the standard on this floor.
She fanned herself with the card before handing it to Mr. Joseph Davenport III's personal secretary who shrugged her shoulders after reading the name.
Ah well, pretty soon she and everybody else will know everything there was to know about Mr. Lopez de la Cruz.
By the look of him, most likely they'd be representing him in a scandal case.

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"Gentlemen, thank you for receiving me on such short notice."
Juan de Dios nodded his thanks to the cute receptionist, and went around the sleek mahogany table shaking hands and acknowledging introductions. He certainly hoped the flirty smile on the girl had been lost to them. He shook his head... his name had sounded pompous the way she'd said it, and with a lot of respect besides.
To think that not too long ago, when he had first come into the country, a nobody, or worst, a sanky, the self-possessed immigration officer that interviewed him had looked contemptuously at his passport, and taken his time to spit out each one of his names as if they had been loaded with contagious germs.

He had come such a long way in a short time.