![]() The characters are so real that it makes me wish this was a true story. Pac Heights is funny, yet intellectual and full of real feeling. There are echos of other influences in Tony Perez-Giese's writing, but he still has his own style and flair. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. As the narrator gets sucked deeper into the mansion milieu-oversexed nannies, a lovelorn gay chef, the obsessive head housekeeper, the bilious billionaire himself-he's faced with the unavoidable question: will the six-figure salary and over-the-top lifestyle of the rich and infamous corrupt him - or will he cut and run with his soul intact? But despite all the glitz, what she might need most is a friend. Bailey Phelan is the gorgeous, thirty-year-old wife of an aging billionaire, and her penchant for Prada, recreational drugs, and foreign boyfriends quickly has the narrator running in circles trying to keep her exorbitant spending and romantic misadventures under wraps. His new boss? Definitely not the old matron he was expecting. Mistaken by the agency for an urbane homosexual instead of the ex-frat boy he really is, he is assigned to a fully-staffed mansion in the Pacific Heights neighborhood. That's when things start getting strange. Confronted with the chilling prospect of missing out on the greatest cash grab of the twentieth century, he enlists with a temp agency. The dot.com boom is in full swing, and it seems as though every twenty-something has become an instant millionaire-except our narrator, who has just arrived from the Midwest without a job. ![]()
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