17 Lara Eve Prescott 6 years old (1/2)
9:15am
”I have the information sought mister.”
The man behind the ebony desk if he has qualities, patience is certainly not part of it. ”Well, go ahead, tell me what you learned, Dean.”
Dean swallows his saliva in front of this complicated man and then directs his eyes to this sheet that makes him want to cry. ”Our little girl is Lara Eve Prescott, 6 years old. She lives East Hampton State of New York...”
The man in front of the ebony desk looks pensive. ”The Hamptons, I thought I would retire there.”
”Yes sir, that's a great idea, sir.”
The man behind the ebony desk sighs. ”Dean, I do not need you to clean my boots with your tongue. Continue.”
”Yes sir, as you wish. Lara Eve Prescott 6 years old, a student in a middle school, she would be a very intelligent little girl according to what we learned.”
The man behind the ebony desk laughs. ”It's the jackpot insured with such a gold nugget.”
”Yes, sir, but it gets complicated if you take into account his family situation. Grandfather, Aaron Prescott, Republican Senator, reputed to be uncompromising. Father businessman Derek Prescott, but most of all what will be more embarrassing is the fact that he invested heavily last year in the Warner. Mother, Abby Prescott, original name Adriana of Sweden, fourth child of the crown. Used justice to obtain a second identity and a second nationality. although she and her family are not on very good terms, she remains a member of the Swedish royal family.”
The man behind the desk sighs. ”Stop there, no need to continue. I will contact the MGM but I am afraid it will be up to us to make the trip. With such a family in front of us, we will certainly not ask this child to fly and it would be inappropriate for the MGM to visit the Warner, if I may say so. Keep everything you have learned for you. You can leave, good job Dean.”
Friday, April 21, 2006
04h00pm
”Today I ate fries and ham lalala. The fries were very good lalala. Today my teacher told me Lara Eve shut up I beg you lalala. Today I laughed when he told me that lalala.”
Jeff, who drives the car, is used to the little miss's songs, but still smiles as he hears his sweet little voice and laughter. ”You look very happy young miss. Something good happened to you?”