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  1. Thanks for the feedback CarlD2, and I'll be sure to catch those errors next time
  2. On Another side of the Watermore Estates After the morning huddle, everyone went to work. Servers were delivering meals, housekeeping was cleaning rooms, the front desk was checking people in, and the chefs were running around like crazy preparing food for the day. “Paola!” A young man calls from down the hall where he’s wheeling a cart full of trays. “Leo, I can’t really talk right now. I have a lot to do today,” Paola says pushing her housekeeping cart down the hall. “I have a busy day ahead of me as well. I just wanted to say hello. You look sad, is something wrong?” Leo questions his hazel showing his general concern. Paola wipes away a tear, “I’m sorry. It’s my daughter, we had a fight this morning at breakfast.” “Giselle?” he asks running a hand through his short brown hair. She shakes her head. “No, not her, my other daughter, Nicolasa. She’s your age,” Paola sighs. “We had a fight; she got angry and stormed out of the house.” “I’m sure you’re daughter is fine,” Leo says in his crisp, soothing voice. “This time I’m really afraid she’ll leave for good. And she and Giselle have been so distant with each other. They used to love each other and now they can’t stand to be in the same room,” Paola explains. “She’s not gonna leave. And even if she does leave for a few days she’ll be back. She’ll realize how hard it is out there,” Leo assures her. “I know that I struggle to survive and have since I was 16. I’d give just about anything for a family who cared about me.” “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” Paola queries. “Nicolasa started a new job and we had planned to celebrate with a special dinner.” “I don’t want to intrude or anything,” Leo says. “You’re not intruding. God has blessed us to have enough food on our table and we’re sharing some of our blessings with you,” Paola tells him. “But if your daughter’s upset, I don’t wanna make her mad by showing up,” Leo states. Paola smiles, “Thanks for the concern but it’s alight. It would really make me happy if you came over for dinner tonight.” “Alright then I’ll be there. Give me all the details at lunch about your address. I’ll get cha something good for lunch from the kitchen. Where are you headed now, anyway?” Leo asks. “Penthouse. Mr. Harrington fired his housekeeper and until his wife hires another one it’s my job to clean their home. It means I have less hotel rooms to clean but I’m working just as hard on making their home spotless.”she says. "I think the position as their housekeeper pays more," Leo says. "You should think of applying." She sighs. "The extra money would be nice." “I’ll catch ya later,” he says before heading to his next room. At the Ramirez home Giselle was busy squeezing lemons. “Maria, when you’re done bag those strawberries so we can freeze them,” she tells her daughter who is busy at the kitchen table sorting strawberries into different bowls. “Grandma’s gonna be so happy. Where did you get these anyway?” Maria asks. “Well a special friend gave me these lemons, strawberries, apricots, blackberries and bananas as a gift. This friend knows someone who owns a farm. However if grandma asks I got them from a woman at church. I haven’t introduced her to this friend yet,” Giselle tells her. “We should sell some of these fruits,” Maria suggests. Giselle laughs. “Now that’s an idea. Even a little extra money would help cut tension around here.” “Nikki was really mad earlier,” Maria recalls. “Yeah well Nicole is bitter. There’s a lot she doesn't know. She’s still angry about papa being gone but she doesn't recall how he treated mama.” Maria is silent upon hearing her mother’s words. Giselle shakes her head. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t be unloading on you. You’re a child, a very mature child but still a child.” “I’m gonna check on Valerie,” Maria says standing. There is a knock at the door. “You do that, baby. I’ll be up in a few minutes,” Giselle watches her head upstairs. She opens the door and lips immediately connect her with hers. She pulls back and looks at the man in front of her with his deep tan skin, jet black hair that was slicked back, the stubble on his chin, his short stature; he stood only slightly taller than her. “Angel, what are you doing here?” she asks. He wraps his arms around her waist. “I needed to see you again.” “I told you to stay away. If my daughter sees you she’ll end up letting it slip to mama. And then mama will be making judgment about our relationship,” Giselle tells him. “Because I’m 10 years older than you?” he asks. “Not just that. Because you give me gifts and I don’t know what you do for a living. My last few relationships didn't end well so she thinks I need someone to hold man hand every step of the way.” “You’re a grown woman, your mother can’t tell you who you can and can’t date,” Angel says. “No but she and my bitchy younger sister will anyway.” Giselle replies. “I’ll come over later after they are asleep.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want you wondering around at night by yourself like some streetwalker. How about you tell them you have a date tonight and I’ll pick you up and drop you back off?” he suggests. “No, we’re having dinner to celebrate my sister’s new job. I can’t do that.” she says. “But I want to be with you,” he spins her around so that her back is against his chest. “I want to give you a day you can just relax. I can cook for you. I make a mean Cochinita Pibil. And I can give you a massage.” “I like massages but rain check. I have to hold my family together. We’re all mama has since Papi left us,” she says. “One day, I’ll take you and your daughters away from this place and give you the life you deserve,” he promises. They share another hot kiss before Angel leaves.
  3. Ocean’s Crest The waves were lapping the shores, the gulls were squawking, and the sun was shining. Preparing for another long day at the resort, Jade was wiping down the counters at the Cabana bar. The beach club would be in for another long day of the wealthy and their children lounging by the pool, frolicking on the beach, and ordering drinks and snacks like there was no tomorrow. She could practically already smell the sunscreen. “Today is supposed to be a scorcher,” Adrian informs her walking over. Adrian fit the role of tall, dark and handsome to a t. Bulging muscles on tan skinned, hazel eyes, short hair and 8 pack abs, what else would you expect from a lifeguard? Those were features all the ladies who frequented the beach club drooled over. And the criteria the Watermore Estates hired their lifeguards over. Strong swimming was an advantage and half the guests who usually spent their days by the pool or on the beach weren't swimmers anyway. Well, all the ladies except for her since they grew up in the same neighborhood. They’d been friends since they were children and shared so much. There was baseball and basketball games, block parties, parades, school days, sick days and so much more they’d been through together. “Great just what I need today,” she said pushing red hair off her face. “Worried that you’re hair will frizz?” Adrian teases nudging her shoulder. She fixes him with her acute green eyes. “Ray is working today,” he informs her. Her green eyes light up but she tries to hide it. “Great at least someone else I get along with is suffering too!” she replies. “Yeah and this summer better be the summer you make your move,” he tells her. “What move?” she acts oblivious. “On Ray, you've been crushing on him since you started working here,” Adrian points out. “ You've got it bad.” “And four years later I’m still stuck working here,” she sighs. “Have you seen the way the ladies around here fawn all over him? And they have the advantage of barely covered perky breasts practically being thrust into his face.” “You have an advantage. You’re his coworker and you’re best friend is one of his good friends. You need to come to the work party on Friday night, stop hiding behind the beach bar.” Adrian chides. “It’s what I do best. Pouring tall glasses of lemonade and ice tea, mixing up cocktails, fetching people ice water; that’s my thing not partying,” she says. “You’re 25 years old. I’m sure you’re aspirations are not to be working at the beach bar forever,” he retorts. “You’re 23 and you’re working as eye candy for a beach resort. You can’t exactly do your job forever. I do have aspirations. I want to be manager of the Food and Beverage Department someday, but I know that is not gonna happen now.” “You need to have confidence in yourself and demonstrate some kind of drive. Ray is moving on up. I probably shouldn’t tell you this but after this summer he’s getting a job in the marketing department,” Adrian says. “And he deserves it. He’s been here longer than the both of us and he’s such a smart guy with a lot of great ideas. But let’s not talk about me or Ray,” Jade says. “Let’s talk about you and your dreams. I know you only took this job because of the pay rate. You don’t even like the beach half as much as you pretend to.” “You worked on a fishing boat in high school with me you know how much it sucks smelling like the deep sea every day. I used to have to hose off outside before I was allowed to go into my house. My dream is to…..” Adrian starts before he is interrupted. “Adriiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaan,” a female voice whistles. Jade’s energy goes right back to negative and her expression changes. Dark seductive eyes, tanned skin bared, boobs barely contained in a red bikini with a g string bottom exposing her even more, and dark hair up in a high ponytail high heels on her feet; Alyssa Salinas was here. “Bartender, fix me a sex on the beach. I’m in the mood for some today,” Alyssa says winking at Adrian before giving Jade a scowling look. Jade rolls her eyes before heading behind the bar to start on the cocktail. Slutty rich bitches getting drunk before noon, this day was shaping up to be a lot of fun. All Jade needed was the boss standing over her shoulder and her day would be fulfilled even though it just started. “Alyssa, you look great have you been working out?” Adrian asks. “I do this great class called Heels. Maybe I can show you some moves from it sometime,” she playfully touches his arm. “He’s not the fitness class type,” Jade chimes in. “A few sessions with me should change that,” Alyssa purred before smirking in Jade’s direction. “I’ll definitely consider it,” Adrian flirts back.
  4. Thanks! I'm really trying to paint of picture of the working class and upper class in this town.
  5. Ocean’s Crest On another side of town, closer to the beach, the waves were breaking and the early risers were already out for the day. The Watermore Estates Resort & Spa was like a whole other world compared to its surroundings. Modern, elegant. And posh were the first words that came to mind. They had their own private beach, designer boutiques; Dior, Cavalli, Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, YSL, AG, and Burberry. The restaurants boasted names like Wolfgang Puck, Gordon Ramsay, and Emeril Lagasee. Such a contrast from just a few blocks away where shops boasting clothing under $5 and quick service restaurants lined the streets; where the smell of salt and oil was prominent in the air and fried sugars teased the senses. Then down a street was the boardwalk where children could be seen with burgers, pizza, fries, and hot dogs. Later and the scents of fried delights always filled the air. While the entire resort was an impressive sight, one might be most impressed with the penthouse where the owner resides. The beautiful hardwood floors were the first thing noticeable when walking through the apartment. The next would usually be Mr. William Harrington, dressed in an Armani suit, sitting in his favorite black leather chair reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. There were two white leather couches on both sides of the living room with the glass coffee table in the middle; a variety of magazines ranging from Vogue to Hotel Business laying on it. A white, velvety rug covered that area of the floor and an intricate crystal chandelier hung above shining light onto the area. Mr. William Harrington was CEO of a large hotel chain created by his grandfather. Most would look at his life and immediately dub him privileged. Wealthy, white, blue eyed, gray hair man in his 50s with a trophy wife and two beautiful daughters; he had it all. “The masquerade ball is fast approaching; I need to make a quick trip to France to find a gown,” his wife informs him. “And what’s wrong with the boutiques in this country, Chantal?” he asks turning towards his wife. “Nothing if I’m just going out shopping. It’s all about keeping up appearances, right? I need something suitable for the wife of a millionaire,” she answers. Chantal Harrington was an opportunist who took every opportunity to flaunt her newfound wealth. Now almost 40, she met William Harrington as a young model, within 6 months they were engaged and within a year married in a lavish wedding with a child on the way. All she had to do was sit on his lap, run her fingers through her curly raven hair and fix him with her chocolate eyes to get him to comply. Her husband always gave her what she wanted which was why she was lounging around the house is a dress that cost what most families in this town spent on groceries for two weeks. “You’re lucky I love you, because you do ask for a lot,” he points out as he runs a finger down her mocha shoulder. “Of course you love me. Where would you be without me? Another woman would have left you long ago,” she replies. “One already did. You took her place, remember?”He recalls. “And she hasn’t put up with what I have.” There’s a girl’s voice yelling down the hall followed by banging on the door. “Ashley,” William sighs in frustration. “You’re turn; I took care of it last time.”Chantal said getting up. “You speak like it’s a simple problem, with our daughter it’s never simple,” William says as he stands and heads towards the door. Standing at the doorway is 15 year old Ashley Rose Harrington peering at her father with pity me eyes. She was quite a sight with her dark eyeliner which was smudged on her caramel tinted cheeks, her frizzed out hair, her black lace mini dress and pair of black Louboutin pumps in her right hand. “Is that my Donna Mizani dress?” Chantal inquires crossing her arms over her chest. “Yes, let us worry about the designer gown she’s wearing rather than the fact that she’s been escorted up here by a security guard and she looks like a hooker after a night on the town.” William said before shaking his head in disappointment. “Daddy, I was just out having fun,” Ashley says. “She was caught at Aqua last night with a small baggie of cocaine. She’s lucky we’re not calling the police which would have happened if she wasn't your daughter,” the security guard says releasing her arm. “Thank you. You can go now. We’ll take it from here,” he waves the guard off and closes the door. "Dad, I......" Ashley doesn't get to finish before she is cut off. "You better have a very good explanation for why you're out damaging our family's reputation," William says in a stern voice.
  6. Thanks for the feedback working on an update soon with more characters
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