Page 4 of Mister Landlord

“I know that’s what I was thinking too,” I murmur reading over her background check. My private investigator was very thorough. I know it’s extreme for a rental property, but I had heard horror stories from my teammates. Tenants can be the grossest, most criminal beings on the planet. Based on this report, Em didn’t charge Eleanor a security deposit and she’s charging four hundred dollars less than the previous tenants. Good thing, I trust her to make that decision.

Eleanor Harlow Gremillion

Age: 22

Date of Birth: April, 21st 1997

Occupation: Owns a boutique in the French Quarter. Palais de Plaisance. Address: 145 Rue Bourbon (ground floor only; apartments on the second and third floors belong to building owner Estelle Duplantis)

Siblings: None

Parents: Eric and Tonya Gremillion (live in Plaquemines Parish)

Credit Score: 690

Banking Information: Bank Of Louisiana

Account Number: 8761240

Balance: $21, 476.89

Criminal Cases: (Nationwide) 1 misdemeanor traffic case from Charlottesville, VA Case Number GT170030756-00 File Date: 4/25/2017 Charge: Speeding 75/60 Disposition Date: 5/4/2017 $518.36 fine (paid in full)

Criminal Cases: (Local) 6 misdemeanor traffic cases from Plaquemines Parish All Speeding all paid in full 1 misdemeanor traffic case from Orleans Parish Speeding paid in full

Civil Cases: None Located

Car: 1995 Honda Civic Hatchback black Louisiana license plate H28-189 Registration current.

Never been married; no children; no evidence of a boyfriend has been located. No social media presence, except for her business.

The first thing that stands out to me is the name of her boutique, Palais de Plaisance. Palace of pleasure? What the hell does my girl do for a living? The second thing is the fact that she seems to have a lead foot. The last and the most important thing is that she’s never been married and doesn’t have a boyfriend. Thank fuck. She’s mine.

“You okay, Beau? You haven’t said anything in a while and you have a weird look on your face,” Em says snapping her fingers in my face. I didn’t even notice she has sat back down on the couch.

“I am fine, Em. Don’t worry.”

“You staying?”

“Yeah. My apartment sucks. I am not ready to buy another house.”

“Well, you are welcome to stay here, big bro,” she says.

“Thanks, Em. I appreciate it. I just need to figure out my next move.”

“Good luck, bro,” she says grabbing the remote and turning the tv back up. I get up and head to her fridge.

“You want anything?” I ask, nosing around.

“I’m good, but help yourself,” she replies, turning back to the TV.

I know I said I wasn’t hungry, but she has some leftover pizza and beer and I find there is always room for pizza and beer.

Eventually, she goes to bed and I flip to a movie before I settle down on the couch to sleep. First thing in the morning, I am going to head over to my girl's boutique because the name intrigues me. Then, I will finish up her faucet. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

What could go wrong with that?

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