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Pedro Manuel Hernandez, single, the owner of one of the most exclusive, private country clubs in Miami Beach called the Three Palms. At twenty four, the six ft. three, two hundred and fifteen pound muscular, handsome, hispanic male had already made a fortune. Most of the members were white, successful and wealthy and paid the membership fee of fifteen thousand dollars a year without even blinking a eye. In return, they had access to world class lunches and dinners at the restaurant, and other perks, including a beautiful, bayside golf course, deep tissue massages offered at the spa, tanning booths, a fitness center, sauna, an outdoor pool, surrounded by palm trees and a crowded nightclub opened seven nights a week.
Hidden away, downstairs in the basement, where only a few, specail, select, elite and trusted people knew of it's excistance, was a secret place called the Havana Room.
Most of my employees are from Central America, some from Asia. They make up the majority of the waiters and waitresses. Not that this makes a difference, they work very hard and are dedicated. At one time, I, myself, was considered an undocumented worker. Lately, I have been giving more responsibility to my sister, Rosalita, to handle the major functions of the club and the paperwork, as I have to give alot of attention to the Havana Room. It is open only once a week, on Friday night, but this is where all the action happens and we have to be careful. But this is the land of oppurtunity.
That is why I was surprised when she came to my club seeking employment. Someone like her, who never had to work a day in her life. Luckily, I was in my office and was able to interview her.
Hidden away, downstairs in the basement, where only a few, specail, select, elite and trusted people knew of it's excistance, was a secret place called the Havana Room.
Most of my employees are from Central America, some from Asia. They make up the majority of the waiters and waitresses. Not that this makes a difference, they work very hard and are dedicated. At one time, I, myself, was considered an undocumented worker. Lately, I have been giving more responsibility to my sister, Rosalita, to handle the major functions of the club and the paperwork, as I have to give alot of attention to the Havana Room. It is open only once a week, on Friday night, but this is where all the action happens and we have to be careful. But this is the land of oppurtunity.
That is why I was surprised when she came to my club seeking employment. Someone like her, who never had to work a day in her life. Luckily, I was in my office and was able to interview her.
