Chance and Chelsea chat at Cherries

"Ah Mrs. Rampart I presume?" Chance confidently asked. Extending his hand in a firm hand shake as he did.

"Indeed I am." Chelsea quickly eyed up her newest visitor. His clean-cut orange red hair was meticulously kept. As was his clean shaven face, not a hint of stubble and still gleaming with a pleasant smelling aftershave. His black slacks complimenting a matching shirt and gray tie.

"And who are you?" Chelsea asked as she felt the confidence in his grip. She wasn't intimidated by him, more like a keen respect for anyone that handled themselves in such a manner as he did.

"My name is Matthew Locklear and I am with the Internal Revenue Services." Chance smoothly introduced himself under one of his many fake aliases. "The reason for my visit is a precursory audit. It has come to our attention that you and your husband have recently purchased this establishment. Even though you have no history of managing businesses or procuring loans of the size necessary to acquire this property."

Chelsea was caught off balance from this news. "Mr. Locklear, I assure you that we have all the documents needed to prove our LEGAL purchase of this business. Even though my husband and I seemingly came from nowhere, that does not mean we broke any rules to do so."

"Mrs. Rampart, I do not mean to cause any concerns." Chance calmly raised both his hands and patted the air to help calm her. "This is a completely regular phenomenon when someone purchases their first business and, please, Matthew will be just fine."

"Very well, Matthew. What do you need from me?"

"Well, actually, I would need a word with Mr. Rampart. To find out the secret to his professional," Chance flashed a winning smile, his perfectly straight teeth on a full and warm display, "and, quite frankly, personal success."

"My other half has stepped out to exercise. He should be back within the hour. Are there any documents I can find while we wait?"

"Yes ma'am." Chance then rattled off a few of the needed papers.

"Thank you Matthew, I will get these out of the office right away."

"Would you like any help?"

Chelsea chuckled. "No no Matthew, the office is for........employees only."

"I understand Mrs. Rampart. Would it be alright with you if I wait in your establishment until Mr. Rampart arrives.?"

"You are more than welcome too. You probably need a little pleasure with your business."

"I most certainly do, and who would you recommend?"

"Kristin. Don't worry I will let her know you are waiting."