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Harmony - She Sings At Last!
Battaglia Mafia Series - Books I, II, III February 2008 –
“Relax, you’ll get here soon enough.”
Dylan couldn’t miss the disinterest in Chet’s tone. The celebrating was well underway, music and laughter echoed through the receiver. Dylan grimaced. “This was a bad idea. I should have hired a driver.” He mumbled.
Who would blame him if he did? Wine country at night wasn’t exactly the paradise most vineyard enthusiasts savored. And since he could give a damn about paradise he really stewed over his misplaced priorities.
The navigation system was proving to be useless along the two-lane highway, but it was his only guide. Many roads that he considered turning off of weren’t even named. Where the hell was he?
Dylan’s eyes burned with fatigue. He had to stretch them wide to keep alert. With a cloudy starless sky there was nothing but the high-beams of headlights to his convertible to cut through the dense darkness. Dylan checked the dash again. The navigation said he had 20 miles more of this, and the snaky road display on the screen gave him pause.
Dylan sighed. Leave it to Chet to organize a party in Sonoma. “I’ll get there probably in the next half hour. Chet? You still there?”
“Yeah! Okay, cool. We have the whole place D. Everybody’s waiting brother. Especially the honeys.” Chet laughed. “See you when you get here!”
“Chet….”
The signal dropped. Dylan tossed it aside. He leaned forward and looked up at the sky. He was in the boonies for sure.
Business was good, but these types of extravagant parties always drained him. He only agreed to it because Chet was his partner and still the only close friend he had. The last four years had been one big hustle. After his firing from G&S, he took chances he normally wouldn’t have. Those chances paid off. Now his California based company was ranked in the top 100 on the Fortune list.
So he rewarded his boys. His company was run and staffed with only men. Women brought about drama. The boys concentrated and worked harder without them. Plus Dylan lacked faith in any woman’s ability to be a real contributor. To supplement his rigid work requirements he rewarded the men of MaGuire & Davis regularly. Chet was the chief party planner, and Chet’s parties could get wild. Events have spanned the globe, from Aspen to Australia, to African safaris; all of them equipped with female entertainment.
