The sun was up.
The city was hot and the streets not so crowded of people. It was the middle of the day so, anyone was at school or at job.
That is the fate of the modern person. Working all day, partying all night, like living a double life in the same circumstances of existence as everybody.
Gaining money for ensuring a living and what remains goes to parties, alcohol, drugs, women, cigarettes, clothing and accessories.
Party people is the adjectives that describes so good the people in the late 80's.
The blue sky of Vice City was so pure and perfect in this heat.
Outside felt like you'll melt in the sun of august and the reaching of your destination by foot, will be in vain.
In a small office, near the Washington Beach the phon ring annoyingly. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming..." Ken murmured very nervous while he was approaching the phone from his desk.
"Yeah. It's Ken Rosenberg!..." He grimaced and sat down in his chair. "Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hiw are things there? Good good. I'm glad to hear that he is serious about that. Oh man, his whole future is in his hands from now on." The lawyer drink a bit from his cold coffee while he was relaxing in his chair. "WHAT?" He spilled the coffee all over his brown wood desk. "Oh hell no!" He murmured, trying to save the documents from the coffee. "No. I wasn't talking about you. Why would you think that? Anyway. When is he coming? Tomorrow." Ken frowned at that news and put his palm on his desk. " You want me to, what? I can't hear you!" Nervously he rised from his chair walking around the room. "Wait, wait! Don't hang out! I hear you now." Ken sat on a sofa near the entrance of the office. "Well, I think I can help with accommodation and things like that." He said very calm and rubbed his forehead. "All right! I have plenty of works to do, hear you tomorrow. " Ken hang out the phone, sighing exhausted, the lawyer watched the room and rised cleaning his desk with one of hil old jackets. "Fuck that shit! When I thought I might have a day of peace, comes fate shoveling shit in my face!" The lawyer cursed watching the dirty documents. "Hell, I need to do some new ones."
"Hello Ken, how are you doing? " In the room entered a man, in his late thirties.
His skin shown so well that he was no American.
His brown hair was wet from sweat and his suit was wrinkled.
"How am I doing? Do you ask me how am I doing? Well, very perfectly..." Ken answered with anger and rush, he was panicked. The lawyer moved frenetically his hands in the air.
"SHUT UP! SIT DOWN, RELAX!" His friend ordered, sitting in a chair next to lawyer's desk. "What happened? " Tommy asked while he blew the sleeves of his suit.
"Well. At first I was hearing the ringing of the phone, from the outside and I answered and at the phone was my brother, who is a farmer and he told me his son graduated high school with great grades. He took the best grade. But, the thing was he told me the boy wants to be a lawyer, like his uncle. That is me, always a role model. Anyway, I split the coffee on the documents in shock..." The lawyer started to explain to Tommy everything thay happened.
"What's wrong with it?" Tommy asked a bit confused putting his legs on the desk.
" Tommy, the desk is dirty! What was I saying?" Ken paused a moment. " Yeah, about my nephew. He is coming tomorrow to Vice City, because he wants to study law."
"You've already told me that Ken!" Tommy murmured a bit irritated, because? of the fact that his lawlawyer made such big deal, from a thing so small.
"Well, my friend, the thing is... That my brother is so freaking poor. And he has no money to give to his son. So I need to pay for the boy's school and living in this city. "Ken said exasperating and sat down on his chair.
"Tell the boy to study at bursary and take him at your place. So, you'll don't have to pay him rent." Tommy said calm and unbuttoned the buttoms of his pale blue shirt.
"Tommy, my family has no idea I work with the mafia and other suspicious personages. " Ken explained while he threw the dirty documents into the trash. "Why have you unbuttoned your shirt?"
"It's so damn bloody hot outside." Tommy said very irritated. "I hate this dog-days. "
"I know what I'm gonna do. I'll place the boy at the bursary and give him the apartment, where the massacre with the chainsaw had place."
"Come'on Ken, treat him nice he is your relative."
"O...k..."
"I know a place where he can sit, at the Ocean View Hotel. I've been there and the service is nice. Plus, I can pull some strings and he will pay less. "
"Tommy baby, you're a genies! Let's go get a drink." Rosenberg exclamed while he rose up from his chair.
"And your documents!?" Tommy said while he was pointing at his desk.
"Aw. I'll leave that up to my secretary. Olivia! Olivia!" In the room entered a young lady, bored of life. "Ah, there you are. I'm leaving, can you please do a copy of the documents that I need in Kent Paul's process? "
The girl nodded and walked outside the room calling out someone's name.