MIAMI, FLORIDA
The Santiago concluded her maiden voyage at the Port of Miami late on a Friday afternoon. Many of the guests were in high spirits and couldn't wait to find a hotel and get ready for the nightclubs to open. A pair of Brazilian models took a few last photos of the amazing deck before leaving the ship.
Ramos watched the pair from his private balcony. He took a sip of congac and turned to the woman tanning on a chair near the radio. "Enjoying yourself?"
Vivian Jaspers lowered her sunglasses and took a good look at her employer. "I can get use to this." She adjusted her red bikini -- a gift to herself while they were in St. John. "I always had to sit behind a desk while I worked on your accounting. I like this new promotion. I wish all offices were sunny balconys."
"You could stay in Miami a little longer. We have plenty of rooms here."
Vivian shook her head. "I want to head out on this assignment as soon as possible. George is picking me up tomorrow."
Ramos blinked and realized he hadn't updated Vivian as often as he should have. Well, she is rather distracting in the bikini. "George is...no longer in my employment."
"So...he's dead, right? That usually means someone's dead."
Ramos frowned. "Vivian, I really wish to shelter you from the more unpleasent parts of this lifestyle."
"Yes, well, I don't like being sheltered from things that mess up my agenda." She sighed in resignation. "Might as well make the most of it. I've never been to a party on the South Beach before. I guess I'll have to find something to wear."
Ramos laughed. "Just put a sheer skirt on. You'll fit in nicely."
