Friday, December 1, 2000

 

Well, I'm looking at this journal and realizing it's been a couple of weeks since I put in an entry. I need to get back into it, so I'm doing it tonight. Been a lot going on, and I need to get my head around it. I've already put down my thoughts about a lot of things. Elisa adopted her distant cousin from the Old World, which I wasn't excited about, but I support her, I guess. I know she wants a kid of her own, and I'm honestly not trying to avoid it, but it's just not happening. I'm wondering if she's barren, to be honest. I know it's not me, because of Alexa.

 

 

That's the main reason I am getting back to this journal, and trying to work some things out for my own sanity. I wrote down before that I was moving Alexa into my old crib on Ridgeline, and moving into a new place in Llama Lagoon. It seemed obvious at the time. Alexa was carrying my kid, so I had to provide for her. And I had plenty of money, and was ready to upgrade. But, of course, everyone knew I was still paying for it, and word had to get back to Elisa. She hasn't confronted me. Yet. But she's seen the baby bump. She has to know.

 

Meanwhile, I'm enjoying the high life in my new home. Hell, let's be honest, it's a mansion.

 

 

I love it here, I really do. The commute to Picante is a little longer. I have to drive, rather than walk, but whatever. I still make tons of money there, and enjoy the same liberties.

 

 

But earlier this week, while I was there, I ran into Anton, and he had something interesting to tell me.

 

 

"Pedro," he said, "I have a message from Dmitry Ivanov. He says you and he have been great business partners, and I can attest to this, because I greatly enjoy my share of the arrangement we have, but part of the deal said that he would not open a club here in Newcrest if you allowed his girls access when they came of age."

 

"That's true. What of it?"

 

 

"Svetlana Kirilova turns 19 in just a week. Dmitry would like for her to dance at your club."

 

"A Russian girl at Picante would be a huge change. People would notice."

 

"Nevertheless, it was the deal you made when you agreed to do business with us. Will you honor it?"

 

"I always honor my deals. But I don't let anyone dance for me unless I have the chance to audition them first. Send this Svetlana to my home tomorrow, so I can meet her."

 

And so I did.

 

 

And now Svetlana dances at Picante.

 

 

Meanwhile, I made a new business connection with someone in San Myshuno, which should help me earn even more money. I'm pushing so much product right now, the Colombians would be impressed.

 

 

And with all this going on, I still have to deal with Elisa. Her cousin/adopted daughter is great. We get along.

 

 

But I'm not sure I can keep up with all these changes, and Elisa is pressuring me to let them both move in. She wants the wedding, too, but I think most important to her is getting out of Bridgeview and into my new house. She came by earlier today to remind me how loyal of a girl she is.

 

 

I honestly don't know what to do. I'm happy with Elisa. I think I may actually love her. But I'm also happy with my life. Bringing her to live with me will be a huge change. Writing all this down is helping, but I may need to actually talk to a friend to figure out how I feel.

 

Signing off for now,

 

Pedro