“I’ll handle the invites, we’ll have the soldiers, a few of high ranked guys who live here and handle our proprieties , their wives or mistresses, whichever they bring,the hotel managers,a few of our investors, and of course Carlos.” Hector said holding the notepad, checking off his to do list.
Felipe stopped pacing, and faced him, “No. No no and HELL no. Inviting him is the same as inviting my mother and aunt. That is not happening.”
“So?” Layla asked laying on the couch, constantly changing the TV channel.
“THIS,” Felipe said pointing at Layla carelessly lounging on the couch in an extra large hoodie and sweatpants “this kind of behavior is why. You don’t know them.they will know we’re lying.”