I was with my dad at home, it was just us., and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was playing in the kitchen while he sat watching TV beside me. It was peaceful. Sometimes I wished it had stayed that way, then the door knocked, we weren't expecting anyone to show so it was strange, dad got up to answer the door but the second he did he was pushed back by two men in suits.

The men had baseball bats and they beat my dad to the ground. I watched in shock horror while they kicked him, they kept shouting at him “where the fucks our money?” They repeated that over and over as they beat the life out of him. I was too scared to move and I was too afraid to scream so all I could do was watch I was frozen.

Eventually they stopped kicking him, I looked at my father who was beaten to a pulp and he was bleeding. One of the men glanced over in my direction, he only noticed me then he gave me a shocked expression “shit, tony look.” he said to his business partner beside him, tony looked at me as well he then had the same shocked expression that the first man had. I just sat there still frozen in place unable to move.

After about a minute of them staring at me, Tony asked his partner “well what do we do with him?” his partner looked puzzled for a second before suggesting an idea “we take him with us.” Tony looked at his partner “you lost your mind? We can't take a kid with us.” Tony snapped back at his partner, “Well what do you want to do, leave him here to call the police he's seen our faces they'll find us in no time, we have to take him.”

After a few minutes, his partner agreed “you're right we can't leave him here.'' Tony walked over to me and at that moment I was able to run so I ran as fast as I could to my room, but I wasn't fast enough. Tony had caught me. He had his arm wrapped around my neck tightly enough that I couldn't move but not so tight that I couldn't breathe. He carried me out of my house into a black car, the other man carried my half-dead father and put him in the trunk of the car.

I was tossed in the back they tied my hands and feet so I couldn't move, I was then put in the back and they locked to doors and they drove off with me I didn't make a sound, I didn't try and run away, I was too scared of what would happen if I did try. We drove using the back roads so fewer people would see the car, the windows were tinted dark so people couldn't see I was being held hostage. We reached a restaurant; we drove behind the building to the back of it. There was a back entrance which my dad and I brought into a different room to my dad. I was left in a dark room tied up to a chair. After what had felt like an eternity three men walked in. I recognised tony and the other man that was with him but I had never seen the third man before. 

The third man was older than the other two; he seemed like he was in charge of Tony and his partner. The older man looked at me for a minute before saying to his two comrades "so you brought a child to me?" The older man asked. Tony tried to defend their actions "Well boss we didn't know what to do with him so we brought him here we couldn't leave him in the house by himself." 

The older man didn't care about what excuses they had he snapped at them "your brought a fucking child into our business what the hell do you two Morons expect me to do with him?" Neither of the men had an answer to that question the older man took a deep sigh before saying "Well you two jackasses already brought him here so the damage is done, I'll fix this mess for us"

Then the older man walked over closer to me and got down on one knee, he then asked me "what is your name son?" "Trevor." I replied back to him my voice was shaky I was scared of what was going to happen to me the older man then spoke again "Well Trevor my name is Tommy, Trevor your dad owes me a lot of money and he's not paying me back, now since he's refusing to pay me back I'm gonna give you a choice you can work for me or we can sell you on the black market as a slave the choice is yours, Trevor."

Even then I knew it wasn't a choice. I knew the black market wasn't an option so I chose to work for Tommy "I'll work for you sir." I barely managed to get that sentence out Tommy smiled "you chose good kid". After that I got put to work I mopped the floors, washed the dishes and took out the trash. I was never allowed out front and I was always supervised. This went on for two years before one day Tommy called me into his office.

I walked into Tommy's office. There was another man there Tommy introduced us to. "Trevor, this man's name is Joe Smith, he's gonna train you how to fight." I was confused why Tommy wanted me to fight. Tommy must have read my mind or something because he started to explain to me why I needed to learn to fight. "First we're gonna train you to fight with your hands, after that were gonna show you how to use a gun once you can do that well then your gonna start doing more exciting jobs for us like taking care of lowlifes who don't pay up just like your old man didn't" I was surprised Tommy thought I was the man for the job but I was still in debt to him so I couldn't say no unless I wanted to end up like my dad. He got beaten so badly that day he died due to his injuries and since my mother died when I was three I didn't have any other family to go to so Tommy took me in and made me work for him after a while I had gotten used to it. This is my life now.

So each day after work I was taken to a gym where I was trained boxing and MMA after that I was taught how to shoot a gun after six years of training Tommy deemed me ready to start working for him so on my eighteenth birthday Tommy sat me down in his office and explained what was going to happen to me. “Now Trevor there are a few things you need to be aware of. Number one which I know you've figured out by now is that the restaurant is a front for our more profitable business ventures like lending people money and charging interest on what they borrow. The second thing is we're a family here. You've been with us for several years. That makes you family as well. If you ever betray our family we will hunt you down and kill you, do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” I replied back tommy smiled and stood up he walks out from his desk and hugged me “welcome to the business son.” he said to me and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I belonged to something Tommy always treated me well sometimes he even treated me better than my own family so it never felt like I was paying off my dads debt it felt like I was apart of the family.

It was my birthday so Tommy gathered all the men who worked for him to the bar and we celebrated, over the last several years I had made a lot of friends at the restaurant the people who taught me how they read and write, how to prepare food and how to keep things clean these people taught me everything I know and it was like Tommy said we were family.

The next day Tommy called me into his office he then gave me my first real talk for the family "alright Trevor listen up there's a scumbag who owes us a lot of money we've paid him a few visits, roughed him up and threatened him but he still won't pay up so it seems we aren't getting out money back would you be able to go and take care of this guy for us? Do you think you can handle it?"

"Yes, sir, I'll take care of this guy." I answered back to Tommy, he then gave me the details of my job "right the guy's name is Bruce weathers, a scumbag who lives on the opposite side of the town in an old apartment complex beside the butchers." I thought about it this was the first person I was going to have to kill. Part of me didn't know if I could do it but I had spent the most part of my life surrounded by cold hearted killers so it shouldn't be a problem but I still felt slightly nervous.

I told Tommy "yeah I know that place I'll head there right now." I stood up and got ready to leave but just before I walked out the door Tommy collared me and said "Don't fuck this up Trevor" I didn't turn back and face him I just said on my way out while I was passing through the doorway "Don't worry boss I wont." I then walked out of his office and went outside where Harry was waiting for me in the car. Harry was one of my oldest friends. He was the one who took care of me when I was first taken to Tommy's. He was like my older brother.

“Hey Trevor, are you ready?” harry asked me when he saw me, clearly, harry knew where we was were going, i guess tommy filled him in earlier I nodded at harry and he smiled and got in the car and got in the passenger seat beside him we drove to the complex as we pulled up harry said to me “right your going in there, take care of the scumbag and come back out before anyone knows what happened, he lives in apartment 20 on the third floor.”

I took a deep breath and took a second to collect my thoughts before saying to Harry, “right I got this” Harry gently slapped my back and said “yeah you have got this Trevor.” I got out of the car and entered the building. I walked up to the third floor and found apartment 20. The door was open with a jar so I gently pushed it open. As I walked in there was a strong smell of smoke coming from the living room.

I looked around the place it was a mess bottles scattered across the ground there was a very thin layer of dirt starting to build up, the smell alone would kill you it smelled like piss and drugs as I continued to look around I saw a child there she was chained to a radiator she looked like she hadn't been fed in days and she hadn't seen a shower in a year and was half asleep, I went over to try and help her but as I did I heard a door opening behind me I turned to see it was a man coming out of the bathroom, he saw me and I stared back at him and asked: “you Bruce weathers?”

The man looked annoyed when I asked him that so I figured I was right. “Get out of here before you get hurt” the sad sack of a man threatened me. I looked the man up and down. He was stinking of booze. He was a fat sack of shit as well. The slob looked as if he had been wearing the same underwear and vest for months judging by the stains that covered them. Threats from him didn't mean he was in no shape to be fighting.

“You owe a lot of money to Tommy Luchesse, and he's done asking politely.” Luchesse can go screw himself” he shouted back at me, Bruce then went to charge at me. Lucky for me he was slow and drunk so as he charged at me he stumbled and I jumped out of the way. Bruce got back up to punch, I saw a knife on the kitchen counter and I acted quickly.

I stabbed him in his stomach before he could hit me, Bruce stopped dead in his tracks. I was still holding the knife that was deep in his stomach. Most people would feel horrified if they had stabbed someone but not me. I felt powerful, I felt amazing. I held the power of life and death in my hands and I wanted more. I pulled out the knife and I stabbed him over and over.

I felt better with each stab, I felt more alive as I plunged the knife deeper into his stomach. I stopped stabbing him when I saw the life drain from his eyes and his body fall to the floor, I was still gripping the knife in my hand, I looked at the knife the whole blade was covered in blood, I smiled at the sight of seeing that much blood, I looked at Bruce's corpse, I watched as the blood ran out of his body onto the floor.

I then glazed over at the child who was chained to the radiator I knew I couldn't leave her there and I one I couldn't take her back to Tommy so I walked over to the phone and u called the police I told them I was a neighbour and I could see a child that looked to be in pain. The operator told me to stay there and that the police were on their way. I quickly wiped the blood from the knife on Bruce's corpse and once it was clean, I placed it in my jacket pocket.

The child was barely breathing and was struggling to keep her eyes open, even if she did see me which I was positive she was too out of it to remember so I reckoned I would be fine. I didn't like leaving her there but I didn't have a choice. I walked out of the building and got back in the car. Harry drove me back to Tommy's.

When we got back one of the waiters at the bar told me Tommy wanted to speak with me. I went into his office Tommy pointed at the chair on the other side of his desk, which meant I was to sit down. I did as I was instructed to do, after I sat down Tommy asked "so is it done?" I smiled at him and said "yeah boss it's done; Bruce weathers won't be bothering us ever again."

Tommy seemed pleased by this answer. He then asked me a second question, "Did you run into any problems?" I thought about my answer for a minute 'do I tell him about the girl?' I asked myself, Tommy didn't like being lied to it was better for me to tell the truth rather than lie to him "there was a little girl there, tied to a radiator and was barely breathing and she couldn't keep her eyes open god only knows what sick things Bruce did to her, so after I killed him, I called the police, don't worry no one seen us and the girl was so out of it there's no way she would be able to tell them what had happened."

Tommy looked concerned by what I had told him he then said to me "that was very stupid what you did Trevor, however, I doubt you'll be made for the murder so you got lucky this time but don't do something that stupid again." Tommy ordered me. I understood his concern so I didn't argue with him so I nodded in agreement. Tommy asked me one final question "so how did it feel to kill him?"

I took a second to answer but I had to be honest with him, "it felt good, nothing brought me more joy than to watch the life go out of his eyes and watch as his body fell to the floor, I look forward to doing it again." Tommy laughed at this then he put his hand on my shoulder and said "that's good Trevor you've got a killer inside of you after all. You're a good kid." I was relieved to get his approval. I felt even better than I already did. As I got up to leave Tommy handed me one hundred dollars and said to me "for a job well done."

The next few months were great. I was sent out to kill and beat up deadbeats who didn't pay Tommy. I got money for it as well as the joy of taking another person's life. I knew what I was doing was wrong and the fact I enjoyed it made me disturbed but I didn't care when I killed someone, I felt powerful, I felt in control and it was the first time in my life I ever felt that way also the people I was killing weren't exactly innocent. That was until one day Tommy called me into his office.

I sat down on the chair and waited for Tommy to give me my next target Tommy handed me a photo of a women, she had long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and she looked beautiful, Tommy explained who she was "her name is Jane Garcia and she's an investigative journalist, recently she's been snooping around the restaurant, we reckon she's about to discover our side operations, so it would be very fortunate if she was to have an accident if you know what I mean Trevor."

I stared at the picture. I couldn't help but shake the feeling that I knew her from somewhere. I pushed that thought out of my head that she could bring down the entire operation she had to go, "you're right boss it would be very fortunate if she were to have an accident I sure hope nothing bad happens to her." I said in a sarcastic tone Tommy knew what I meant and he laughed and said "alright get the fuck out of here just make sure she doesn't make it to work tomorrow. She lives just a few roads from here near your old house."

I walked out the door and headed to my car, I drove to her location which meant I had to drive past my old house. A new family had started living in it but the house looked the same as it did that say, as I drove past I thighs about everything that had happened the past several year, how much I changed and how there are some days I just wished my dad had never borrowed money from Tommy, I pull up just outside the house and I wait I need this to look like and accident so I can't just go into her house kill her and then walk away, I form a plan in my head if I can get her unconscious in the house I can make it like like she was sleeping while she was cooking, the house catches fire it's a freak accident and no one is at fault.

I sneak around the back of the house. Her car is in the driveway so she's home. The back door is unlocked. 'It can't be this easy I think to myself as I slowly sneak into the house.' I look around the place, it's a small house but it's kept in great condition. I glance over to the fireplace and on the mantle of the fireplace there are some photos as I look at them. One of them catches my eye.

It was a childhood photo of  Jane and me, all of a sudden the memories came flooding back to me. Jane was my oldest friend, she was one of the only people that was kind to me, we played together like we were brother and sister, she had changed so much since then which is probably why I didn't recognise her from the photo Tommy gave me.

'Does Tommy know about me and her being friends, surely not he wouldn't have given me the job if he knew.' While I was distracted trying to get my head straight, I heard a voice from behind me. "Trevor?" The voice asked me if it was sweet and warm, I turned to see who it was and it was Jane. She rushed over and hugged me "you're alive" she sobbed while holding me tightly.

She stopped hugging me after a second and she asked "wait what are you doing here?" I stood silent. I don't know what to say. I didn't plan on this happening. Jane looked at my wait and saw my gun that was slightly peaking out. She scanned me and focused on the suit that I was wearing, a black suit with a white shirt and no tie.

It didn't take long for her to figure out what was going on "oh no, Trevor you're working for Luchesse aren't you?" She asked sounding terrified she knew the answer I stayed silent when started to panic as she realised why I was there "your here to kill me aren't you" she tried to run to the door to scream for help but I quickly grabbed her and put my hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream "Jane calm down please."

After she struggled for a minute, she started to calm as she did so I let her go. She didn't try to run. She asked me, “So are you gonna kill me?” I paused for a second before I answered “no, no I'm not gonna kill you.” She was surprised to hear this answer and so was I but I couldn't bring myself to kill her so I made a new plan. “Look Tommy wants you dead, you got to run, get out of town, and I want you to go to LA. I can get you to a train station but we have to go right now.” I told Jane I hoped she would listen to reason and she did “alright let's go but why LA?” she said to me so we went outside and got into the car and on the way to the train station I told her “I will lay low for a while and come and meet you in LA” as we got closer she asked me “what happened to you Trevor?” I explained to her my life story and how I didn't really have a choice in the matter after I had explained all that had happened, I asked her “so what happened to you?”

She told me “after you disappeared, I tried looking for you but I couldn't find you and the police didn't help me in searching for you, so I became a journalist to find out what had happened to you, I found out your dad owes money to Tommy Luchesse so I started investigating him and well I guess I did my job a little too well."

She put her life in danger for me, so she could find out what had happened to me. I feel like this is my fault, so now I have to make sure she stays alive. We reached the station and I watched her leave and just before she left she turned back and said to me "I'm not going to stop going after Tommy Luchesse I'm going to bring him down." I pleaded with her "Jane please you're gonna get yourself killed, stay out of this please."

She didn't say anything, she boarded her train and she was gone. I was relieved to see her leave at least now she will be safe, I walk back to my car, I look up at the sky 'it's getting late' I thought to myself as I go to get into my car in the empty car park, I hear a familiar voice call out to me "hey buddy". The voice said I turned to see it was Harry. He was looking at me with a very disappointed look on his face.

"Hey Harry, how are you doing?" I asked him. I was nervous there was no way Harry didn't know I didn't kill Jane. He took a deep breath and asked. "You didn't kill her did you?" I was caught. I knew there was no way out so I had to try and explain to myself "she was an old friend of mine I couldn't do it harry" Harry looked at the ground and said "that's a damn shame, I always like you Trevor this isn't personal."

Harry pulled a gun out of his pocket, I was able to close the distance between us and knock it out of his hand. Harry threw his fist at me but I dodged it, I quickly kneed him in the stomach causing him to stumble back slightly, he got back up and punched me in the stomach, I took a few steps back and leaned against my car for support, Harry tackled me against the car, my back bounced off the car and he grappled me and held me, I managed to elbow him and punch him in the face a few times until he let go of me. As he tried to stabilise himself, I punched him in the face, he fell to the ground, I punched him again and again until his face was pouring with blood. I stopped hitting him and stood up.

Harry was badly beaten but he was still breathing, my knuckles were covered in blood. I took a second to catch my breath, harry said to me "he's not gonna stop Tommy will hunt you down and kill you Trevor you betrayed family and that's punishable by death and you know that" I thought about what he had said and he was right Tommy wasn't gonna stop I had to keep running.

I opened the door of my car but before I got in, I looked at harry and said "see ya around harry" I got in my car and drove off I kept driving until I was out of the city, I didn't have a home anymore and I was being hunted I had to keep moving nowhere was safe I figured I could get on a boat and get out of the country so I headed to Spain I knew nobody there and I had no connections so it would take Tommy a while to find me there, I got my money and I was on the next boat to Spain.

I had nothing with me just a few hundred euro and my clothes it would take Tommy a few hours to figure out I didn't kill Jane, by the time he knew what was going on id be out of the country, I just hope Jane is alright, I told her a lot about Tommy's business so hopefully she would go to the police with everyone I had told her and they'll keep her safe until I can get back over there.

As for me I'll lay low for a few years before I go back but I will have a plan. All I know is that I'm a killer and nobody was going to kill me. I always found a way to make money so I would survive this, I always survive.

Getting off the boat in Spain I knew little Spanish there were a few girls who worked at the restaurant that taught me a few things but nothing major but I had to deal with it. There wasn't anything I could do about it now. So I looked around and tried to find somebody who was bilingual. I needed some form of transport. I had a bit of cash so I went out searching, stopping at every bar I passed and popping my head in asking them all “could anyone here translate for me?.” Me searching around the bars kept on going all day and as night fell I needed to find a place to crash so I could get back out there tomorrow and get some sort of job to get the money flowing so eventually I could get back to America that was my mission I had told jane to go to Los Angeles I just hope she would still be there in a year or two and I could find her, I could only hope that she didn't get found by Tommy I would be devastated. I walked down to the beach and luckily I had my watch so I looked upon a board that listed to times that the tides came in to ensure I could get a nights sleep before the sea came in a soaked me through, I looked down the beach and I saw a pier that looked to be about a 15 minute walk away so I headed down to it at this point i had taken my shoes off so I didn't get sand in them. After I reached the pier there were a few drunks under it but I couldn't sleep with them around so I walked up to them and pulled out my gun. “Alright, you're all gonna have to leave.” I was unsure if they understood because of the language barrier to I shot the largest one of them in the foot and then well they understood what i mean then, it looked like there was already people who had been stopping under there as there was a makeshift bed on the beach under the pier as far away from the water as possible so i decided to stay on that before I layed down i checked around for dirty needles didn't want to get pricked by a junkies needle that would just fuck me up even more, i took off my suit jacket and placed it down as a pillow the Spanish heat was a nice change from the cold streets of chicago so i needed no covers and well it was a good job wasn't it.

To be fair i had a better nights sleep than what i thought i would the sea breeze was what woke me up in the early hours of the morning it was nice and refreshing, i stood up and slipped on my jacket and headed to the bars that were just closing up along the see front and then i saw it there was a bar with an english flag i knew i was american but well americans spoke english didn't they so it was my saving grace i walked down and there was a man stood there sweeping the floors, “hey you there, do you speak english?” the man replied “well yes of course the flags aren't for show” finally i had found somewhere “i have just gotten here from the states you know anyone who could sort me out with some work?” The english man stood for a moment and looked me up and down and then spotted my strap. “Woah why the hell you got a gun for a young en and dressed in a suit, you working for the feds?” i laughed for a second “the feds you've got jokes, nah not a fed why you didnt pay your taxes?” the english man laughed at me “nah i pay all my taxes i was just worried about my side business.” trevor wondered to himself side business he had found the perfect man, “well then what is this side business of yours, oh and what's your name?” The british man walked over to behind his bar and lifted up a hatch that led down to a basement and he waved me over. “Holy fuck man, im guessing that aint for personal use?” The english man replied “nah it isnt the names Terry, Terry Johnson i started growing when i bought the bar thats my first load of crops, and if you aint working for the feds you look like you could work for me, you know how to harvest lad?” Trevor being a man of many talents knew how to harvest tommy had him doing it back when he was 15 so he was some sort of an expert “yeah man i know how to harvest i could sell it for you as well, that looks like some top tier skunk i can tell it ain't pollinated” the english man was impressed “well then you know your shit then Trevor i think we definitely can work together being as though i set all of this up we will split it 70/30 in my favour of course.” Trevor walked over to Terry and shook his hand. This was the perfect opportunity for Trevor to get back over to the states with speed. 

So the time had came it was harvest day and that was what Trevor knew best "alright Terry I need a suit some gardening gloves and some shears I know the way to get us the best yield from all that skunk you've gotten grown down there and I will also need some big bags to put the skunk into" Terry went into the store cupboard of the basement and he already had everything he had been preparing for this day himself but Trevor well Trevor knew how to do it he had experienced this was terry's first ever grow. Trevor put on his overalls and got to work for Terry he worked day and night for weeks he even slept down there he lived off of tinned foods for weeks after what felt like a lifetime being in the crop house well crop basement Trevor was finished he had filled up 24 bags filled with buds of skunk so with all of that out of the way he got Terry to come and have a look. "Hey Terry, what do you think of this? You've done a great job for your first time, do you want me to weigh it out for you as well?" Terry replied "if you weigh and sell it all I'll give you forty percent Trevor I couldn't have done it as well without ya" so Trevor pulled out a table from the corner of the basement and begun he got out the scales and the smaller bags and weighed the skunk out into kilo bags he had an amazing plan for the distribution of the drugs he planned to find an organisation to buy it all in bulk so after he had it all bagged into kilos he went out and the fastest way to find any criminal organisation? Well that was to piss them off of course so Trevor hit the streets and he saw a runner a drug runner that was so he went over to him and pulled out his gun and said "Take me to your boss punk" most of the runners understood English they made a lot of money of off the tourists so Trevor went with him as he got taken to the boss, he walked into the Spanish Tapas restaurant and got taken into the back room. "I have an offer for you, some of the best skunk I have ever seen and a whole bunch of it." The Spanish boss looked him up and down, "an American coming into my house and trying to sell me skunk" he laughed Trevor stood up "Don't fucking laugh at me ill break bones that you didn't even know you had." Sitting back down Trevor composed himself "so then do we have ourselves a deal? Or if you are unsure you can come and have a look at the product" that Spanish man answered almost instantly "alright then I'll come and have a look at your product but you better not be wasting my time." So then Trevor took him outside and had the man follow him he headed down the beach where Terry's bar was "just a little longer now" Trevor said to them as they headed down the beachfront.

They walked into Terry's bar and Terry was stood there sweeping up as he always was at this time Terry looked up and was in shock "Who the hell have you brought here at this time Trevor" Trevor walked over to Terry and said to him "calm down boss these are from an organised that might be interested in the bush that you've grown" Trevor showed the Spanish down to the basement where the Bush was being stored "how is this then for having a look at our product you like it?" The Spanish man replied "yes this looks to be good quality how much are you wanting for all of it? "All of it? Erm well how about fifty thousand euro?" The Spanish guy walked over to the corner with his advisors and from what Trevor gathered it was going well they walked over to Trevor and reached for his hand and then said "fifty thousand it is then gracias'' Trevor shook his hand and one of the man's advisors passed him a case full of money Trevor was over the moon he shouted Terry "Terry you've done it you've just sold it all for fifty large congratulations man I told you your bush was top quality" Terry hopped down the ladder and ran over to Trevor hugging him, "couldn't have done it without you I've never had to harvest anything before" after the Spanish were well on there way Trevor and Terry had a celebratory drink and then the morning after they shred the cash Terry got thirty thousand and Trevor got twenty thousand but at the end of the day it was fair because Terry had set it all up. After the money was sorted Trevor had to speak with Terry, "it has been a great run but I have a girl back in the states I have to get to but I'm a dead man over there but I figured with fifty large between us we could go over there hire some person security and set up this skunk business on a grand scale" Terry was unsure he had a bar in Spain and all but the money he had made from growing out of his basement he imagined what he could make on a larger scale and well the thought of that much cash made up his mind "I'll come with you Trevor but if your a dead man I sure hope you know how to get some security" Trevor wasn't sure but he said "that'll all be fine i will sort it out once we get off the boat." So off they went fifty thousand in their cases split between them obviously they were on the next boat planned to sail and dock in Los Angeles. And eighteen days later they got off the boat in Los Angeles and after booking a hotel that is when Trevor met TheOfficeManager.