Jenkins returned to the lobby where everyone had gathered to talk amongst themselves. He had taken all four of Mr. Gates bags up to his room; with his bad back it took him four trips as he refused help. He was getting paid more than most sports stars, he might as well earn it. His father had always told him to earn what he made. Great man, he must remember to ask for time off to visit the nursing home soon.
He found his boss by following the stench of cigar smoke. The fool - not that he would ever voice that opinion - was already alienating the other guests. Several of whom Jenkins recognized. There was George Marrack, he was the host of a show his son watched. Over on a couch was Kitten...Kitty, something like that, his daughter was a huge fan, he must remember to get her autograph before the end of the get-together.
He hovered five feet behind his boss, his usually position whenever they were out and about. He could hear the fool trying to get the others to smoke this ridiculous cigars of his even though he himself didn’t even enjoy them. he was just trying to show off. Mr. Gates thought that money made the man, but Jenkins knew that the man made himself, money just provided care.