My resume (6)

And so it was that I found myself living in Palm Beach, as if I belonged there. Many days were spent riding around in my convertible with the top down, perusing shops on Worth Avenue, dating various young men whose families and fortunes were well known and therefore eating at some of the best restaurants and drinking at some of the best lounges. The sun was almost always shining, the exotic tropical plants and flowers were everywhere, the clear waters of the intercoastal and the ocean were practically at my doorstep and I was far away from reality.
So, it became necessary to get a job. I'm not really sure how I found this job in the first place. There was a man who was opening a perfume shop on Worth Avenue. My job was sort of a glorified gopher (go for this, go for that) and whatever he needed, I arranged it. Remember, this was before cellphones and blackberries, computers and such. The telephone was my link to everyone and everything. Marketing, models, photo shoots, newspapers, contractors all brought together to produce a business venture which I had envisioned as this very classy perfume shop. Did I mention the bodyguard? He had a bodyguard. I guess I should have wondered why.
Then he told me we were going to the Bahamas for the weekend. Been there, no big deal. Light dawns and I told him no. He insisted it was for business and he needed me there. I agreed as long as he understood it was business only and I wasn't " staying" with him for the weekend. He agreed. As it was , there was a lovely room and he sent me to the hairdresser at the hotel to have my hair done. We went to the casino and he gave me money to play the slot machines while he did serious gambling. I don't know that he ever did anything that had to do with his business venture.
Then there was the bodyguard and the phone calls and somewhere along the line a connection to the "Canadian Mafia". I didn't know there was such a thing. What I did know was it was time to find another job and all the while looking over my shoulder again and wondering if someone was going to come and get me in the dead of night, again.
So I crossed the bridge, literally, into West Palm Beach. The fairy tale life was over and it was time for reality to set in. Time to get an apartment and a real job.