Landgraab 1

I adamantly refuse to do the whole “hello, my name is…” schtick. It is beneath me.

Besides… everyone knows that I, Malcolm Landgraab IV, am the richest man in all Bluewater, owner of Club Dante and half of Bluewater, and the most eligible bachelor in the entire universe.

And anyone who denies it this is just fooling themselves.

Some people would say that this is a very egotistical view to take, but who am I to deny what I am, for anyone else’s delicate sensibilities? I was born and raised in a world where people needed to be in command, to know what they were going to do and how they were going to it. I am carrying on in my father’s footsteps and his father’s before him.

I have a business to run, money to be made, an empire to uphold.

I do not have time to fool myself about anything… least of all, about myself.

And still… I have done completely that… become the fool… Love’s fool.

I do not know how it happened, not really. One of my… associates… pointed her out in the crowd on night while we were at Club Dante. She has gorgeous. Raven black hair. Mesmerizing eyes.

I found myself watching her all night, waiting for a chance to talk to her.

Jody Larson… that was her name, and by the end of the night I had invited her dinner at Londoste. She accepted and two nights later, there we were, seated across from each other, sharing small talk and suggestive glances.

she asked about my work. They all ask. Some people have the idea that I have been in prison or something.

I quickly dispelled that myth for her, assuring her that I am a peace-loving gentleman. I certainly would not wish harm on anyone. (Save those who get in my way. That is the nature of things, is it not? But fair Jody did not need to hear such things right then.)

Our dinner when extremely well, and Jody soon became a fixture in my life.

The more time we spent together, the more I fell for my raven-haired beauty.

Thus, I invited her over one night for a romantic (though maybe passionate may be a better word to use) dinner for two, after which I dropped down on my knees and asked sweet Jody if she would consider having me.

Her answer is obvious, is it not?

We have not yet set a date. She wishes me to meet her brother, Jason Larson. Jason is a a bumbling idiot rookie on the Bluewater Police force. I own the apartment building he lives in.

Meeting him shall be interesting.