He wants to make a business deal.

"Frankie, call up Mr. Biggs and tell him that Mr. Macintosh has a sweet deal to offer him," my father calls to a man behind him that at once chuckles and responds with a glad mood.

"I thought you'd never ask, sir," the Italian heritage overflows from his mouth as the man responds with an almost evil laugh. A door open and closes behind me. I'm not sure if the man left or someone had just arrived. I am not given the chance to find out because my father immediate calls to another person, this time two women.

"Kara, Maya, see to it that our guest has been acquainted with our hospitality," my father calls two women who immediate come into the my vision, one each at the corner of each eye. The two women both looked at least 23 years of age and were both dressed in dark-colored office equivalent of outfits. Kara, the woman to my left, had black hair tied in a high-fashioned bun tied with glossy black pins. Her hair was indeed short since it looked like her hair didn't have much volume. On her body she wore a black sleeveless vest with a collr and dark grey slacks. Her feet were slipped into glossy black leather high heel pumps that looked like a needle-like version of Cinderella's glass slipper.

Maya, the woman to my right, had long blonde hair draped behind her head in a simple low ponytail. She wore black-rimmed glasses and a pair of hoop earrings on her ears, that dangles when she moved her head. Unlike her counterpart, she wore a dark gray dress jacket of office equivalent and a black plaid skirt that was indeed short. Her feet were adorned with a black ribbon, lace-up, 6-inch, stilletto high heel with a half-inch acrylic platform and heel. Her height, due to her heels, was indeed in the range of one inch taller than her partner.