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The Love Of Money - Episode 86
27-07-25 (16:34)
Emily spotted me in the middle of a sip of coffee. "Oh,
Marcus! Hey!"
Everyone but the chef looked toward me.
"There's a party in my house and wasn't invited?"
gruffed. I wasn't offended by the gathering. I just
wasn't a moming person.
Erin grinned at me and said, "I would have invited you,
but I didn't want to wake you up. believe you've
already met Vikram from YPV, and this," she indicated
toward the man cooking bacon, "is Chef Joel Martinez.
Joel, this Is Marcus Upton."
"Good to meet you, sir. I'd shake your hand," Joel said,
glancing at me, "but.."
"All good," I said as approached the island and pulled up
a stool next to Emily. "It's good to meet you. Did I hire
you?" I looked at Erin, "Did I hire him?"
"No," Erin replied, "Joel is the Head Chef at The
Laramey. It's my father's country club. I talked to the
manager there and made a generous donation on your
behalf in exchange for letting him work here
temporarily until we can make a different
arrangement."
Joel turned and set an omelet that I hadn't noticed on a
plate in front of me, then followed it up with two
pancakes that looked like they had blueberries and
barnanas in them. He glanced at me and asked,
"Coffee?"
"Please," I begged, and he set a cup of hot, frothy
caffeine before me, and I picked it up, trying not to look
too enthusiastic. It tasted amazing-thick and creamy,
sweetened to perfection with a hint of cinnamon or
nutmeg.
"I'm here," Vikram chimed in, "Because I was just going
over some recommendations for your security
meetings. Your grandfather found his original security
firm through some of our recommendations, so Erin
reached out to us for some names. She asked me to
put together some names and come help out with
some pre-interview work and weed out some of the
candidates that obviously wouldn't be a good match."
"I thought it would be a good idea to maybe get some
people familiar with your grandfather's situation to
work for you. We'll set up Vikram downstairs and set
you up in one of the rooms on the second floor." Erin
said.
I half-listened as she started laying out today's agenda,
not quite able to fully comprehend complex thoughts
until the coffee kicked in. I took my first bite of the
omelet and immediately dropped my fork on the
countertop. It clattered across the stone surface and
startled everyone else. Joel spun around, his eyes wide,
and Erin's words died Instantaneously.
I immediately buried my face in my hands. "Oh my
fuck! Joel, what the hell did you put in this!?"
"What?" Joel responded. His tone sounded a little
scared.
I peered from my fingers, "This is one of the single best
things I've ever tasted in my life."
"Jesus, Marcus!" Emily said with a chuckle, "You can't
scare everyone like that. A bit dramatic, don't you
think?"
"You're one to talk," Erin scoffed. "You proposed to the
man less than fifteen minutes ago."
I hadn't known that food could taste that good and
spent the next ten minutes scarfing down everything
Joel put in front of me as Erin and Vikram filled me in
on the security situation. I was to have a primary
bodyguard who would be with me at all times. They
would live in one of the many rooms of my apartment,
know just as much of my life as Erin knew, and would
take the lead for the rest of the security staff. There
would need to be security dedicated to my apartment,
a handful at Marduke, and dedicated security for any
other locations | frequented. As all of this was being
explained to me, Erin kept checking her phone and
replying to messages to coordinate the process.
"I've also started to put together a list of other staff for
cleaning. driving, maintaining the garden, IT, and meals."
She glanced at Joel, "I tried to talk him into a job, but
he's not interested."
"It's not that I'm not interested," Joel said while starting
his cleanup process. "I'd have to move, and I just can't
uproot my family, and The Laramey pays me very
well."
"I understand," Erin said and looked back at me. "If
you're good with me making the hires for everything
else, I'll move forward, but you have to do the
interviews for the bodyguard position."
"Makes sense," said. "Can I just reiterate how much I
hate the "Makes sense," I said. "Can I just reiterate how
much I hate the idea of having a bodyguard though?
I'm going to have zero privacy." 27-07-25 (16:34)
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