"Please god send me a saviour!"
Miri spoke aloud as she stared in frustration at her laptop.
The doorbell rang. Miri started in surprise. A saviour?
She went down the stairs and swung the door open wide. She recognised him right away. Carter Carrington, old money playboy investor, a frequent star of Page Six gossip columns. What was he doing on her doorstep on a Monday morning?
Miri peered around to see if he was alone, nope just one handsome playboy on her doorstep all alone. The day was warm and the dress in the street green and lush. Carter wore jeans and short-sleeved check shirt.
"Can I help you?" She said.
Carter grinned, oh wow thought Miri he really is devastatingly handsome.
The handsome head spoke, "I'm hoping we can help each other."
Miri stared at him, "And how can New York's number one playboy help me?"
Carter grimaced, "Ah, my reputation precedes me. You know not everything they print in the press is true, right?"
Miri shifted from foot to foot and thought about it, "Where there's smoke there's fire."
Carter grinned again, he liked a woman who answered back. Too many of his dates lately had laughed at everything he said, agreed with everything he said, angled to be Mrs Carter Carrington.
Carter spoke, "May I come in?"
Miri looked affronted, "Sorry, I don't let strangers in my house."