It was the shiny floor that brought me to earth, it were the red curtains that hung from up to down like red love rain, it were the huge windows that allowed me a sight of Chicago, and it was this man who seemed to wait for me, eagerly.

"Miss Taylor?"

I turned around when I heard somebody yell my name, seeing Harry Samuels approach me.

"Mr. Samuels."

He gave me a little smile, making me feel shy in his presence already, "I'm glad you came."

"Of course,"

He offered me his hand after he kissed mine, making me blush immediately. Why was I so insecure?

Well, he was a celebrity, more or less.

"I guess you're expecting a lot of men tonight," He almost whispered as we made our way to the main room, "John Marbles is expecting you."

"There's never enough men," I replied, deciding to enjoy this joke. He seemed he was in for a good time tonight.

"I appreciate your presence, Miss Taylor. I'm sure we'll be able to have a proper interview today."

Oh, I'm sure about that, too.

There were what felt like thousands of respected business men right in front of me as Mr. Samuels and I stepped into the main room of this company party which happened to be held by who else than Mr. Samuels himself.

Businessmen and both meaningless and important interviewers were running from wall to wall, trying to catch each businessman that they might thought would be about to take over the world. Not only the business men and interviewers but gorgeous women were all over the place, as drunk as they could possibly be at this very evening.

"Want to drink something?" Mr. Samuels brought me out of my thoughts as we arrived in front of a much bigger bar compared to the one I was spending my evening at during the last event.

"Sure,"

"What would you like, lady? A sparkling wine or vodka?"

Is it right to ask for water in this exact moment?

"A sparkling wine, please," I then said, looking at him with an excusing look. I didn't know whether there were actual Do's and Don'ts when being in presence of a well known business man, neither did I know how to act like. He could be my boss.

We now sat in front of each other, having only a low table made of glass separate the two of us, making time decide who is going to be the first to lead this conversation into the right way. He looked really good tonight. Actually, freshly shaved, much more awake, compared to the last time we met. Apparently also business men weren't the most perfect ones, either – if anyone was perfect, ever.

"So you're from Los Angeles," I started to, at least, have said anything, "I have never been there before."

He laughed, sipping on his vodka, "It's not that special. I only moved there, though. I'm an Englishman."

"You sound quite American,"

"Integration."

I shook my head as I giggled, thinking about what made him go to the lost angels.

"And where are you from, Miss?"

"Chicago, born and raised, born and raised."

He nodded as he almost finished his vodka, not seeming to be tipsy anytime soon, "That's interesting."

Was it?

"Probably not, you've seen the world already, haven't you?" I made him raise an eyebrow and then shake his head,

"Almost. It's only small villages I still need to investigate."

He looked like he was about to stick his tongue out, reminding me of Jenna for a short moment. Why hadn't Miss Smith made her join me, though? Oh, right, this was my chance.

"What made you go to L.A.?" I asked, now giving Mr. Samuels my full dedication and attention.

"Has the interview started already?"

I stuttered, looking down to the table that seemed to be the most interesting thing in the world in this very moment. Actually, I barely, or didn't even really prepare the interview for him as he asked me for a "spontaneous" interview, as he said. Now it was my mission to make this as interesting as possible, and, perhaps get to meet him once or twice after tonight. I, surely, wasn't going to get all of the needed answers just this evening. And I still needed to focus on John Marbles, too.

"Well.."

"Don't be shy, Miss Smith."

"I'd appreciate if you called me Shay,"

"Shay?"

"Just Shay."

"Just Shay." For the first time, he made me actually chuckle in almost pure laughter. "Miss, did you know that you are taking part in America's economy as soon as you buy something, or even in international economy as soon as you buy something that has been produced somewhere else?"

"Yes? Well, yeah, kind of. I don't think about that." Especially not when buying my favorite pasta.

"Of course you don't, Shay. People don't go to the petrol station, buy a coke at kiosk and think about how they take part in worldwide economy when they actually do. This is something that people all over the world have in common. Everybody takes part in economy, even if it is just buying drugs."

"Do you have experience in drugs?" I, really, should shut my mouth from time to time.

He didn't look at me with wide eyes, though, but asked the waiter next to him for another vodka. My questions were about to go the wrong way.

"Yes, Miss," He told me as soon as the waiter left us, "From time to time, also I am leaving the hell called real life. I can't afford spending much time off, though."

"What a opportunity I got, that I get to interview you!" I then said, making him laugh fake.

"Miss, not all people are busy. Most businessmen mostly just don't want to find time for somebody who crosses their schedule. I do."

"Do you do that for all women?"

"Is that part of the interview?"

I let out a short breath as I ordered my second drink, too. It was part of the interview. Well, it was part of what I was to tell Miss Smith about.

Overthinking this situation, I knew there was nothing she needed to know, especially not more than I did.

Anything that Harry Samuels told me, and trusted me enough to keep in my heart, was prolly needed to be kept between the both of us. And I agreed to that, deep in my mind.

"Maybe," I replied, wanting him to lead the conversation now.

"Back to your question," He mentioned, "Economy is being the main stage of anything that makes money rain. Los Angeles is the place of home for a lot of things that have been invented there. Also, L.A. is a world leader in many things, such as entertainment and tourism."

"What has that to do with your real estate marketing?"

"We haven't come to that point yet, have we?"

The waiter returned with both his and my drink now, making us relax a little more over the questions. He seemed to know enough about Los Angeles so that I could write a full documentation about L.A. life – in and about.

"Now, where you have led us to the right point," He continued. "Real estate marketing is based on the clients. Clients are where the party is. To give you an example – when Los Angeles is the leader of worldwide tourism, like it is claimed in all of those Californian magazines, it must mean that a lot of people from all over the world come and go, wanting to see the real Hollywood. Many of them, you won't believe, do have quite some wealth. L.A.'s good parts make the people stay there."

"And they buy apartments?"

"Right. And houses, with one, two, three pools. It is my job to buy those apartments before another private person does and then, again, make another person pay their rents to them and live there instead of the buyer. I want the rents."

I nodded slowly, trying to let everything sink in. I didn't know Los Angeles had such a big impact on worldwide economy, actually, I barely had a good imagine of how big worldwide economy actually was.

"Mr, Samuels, I don-"

"Harry. It's Harry, for you."

Those side-comments, such as "Just Shay", "It's Harry, for you" and counter questions made me want to sink into my seat in pure excitement. Even though he seemed to be busy with those real estate stuff all day, and all night, I was sure he got something interesting to tell, too.

Real Estate couldn't be the only reason for him to go to Los Angeles, well, to actually go to the United States.

I didn't know his history and was too drunk, already, to ask him about this.

Even though I was supposed to clarify what I wanted, I didn't know how to plan another meeting with him. And John Marbles was still stuck in the back of my head.

"Mr Samu-, I mean Harry, I do-"

"Don't be nervous." He said again.

Huh? I would never nervous in front of a businessman like him.

"Are you doing those mistakes on purpose, Shay?"

"What? No!" I said out loud.

"If so, I like it. If you saying my name is being caused through mistakes, I'm here for it. Now back to the interview."

Was he flirting with me or only, only focusing on the interview? Had it even started, though?

"Now, what makes you stay in Chicago?" He asked me, making me leave my thoughts for the hundredth time tonight.

"Work?"

"Really?"

"Uhm, well, it's difficult to leave a place with barely any money. I assume you started from the bottom."

"So did you. One day you'll be able to leave this place."

I wasn't sure if I wanted this. I have never thought about this.

"Maybe.."

"There will always be something that is much better about another city compared to your own. This is why the most people go to Hollywood." Wow, he seemed to be obsessed with Los Angeles.

"You're probably right," I said, wanting to talk about something else. I didn't know whether I should end this conversation at this very moment and try to meet up with John Marbles or try to organise another, more calm meeting with him. Even tonight's event wasn't the perfect moment, either.

"I am." Harry replied as he put his glass on the table, now leaning into his seat even more and enjoying this short moment of calm. I imagined to be one of the easiest interviewers to wrap around their fingers since I didn't have any experience.

If he wanted me, he could have me at that very moment.