"Uncle Norman. Who was that angel-like man?" The old man turned to see the young girl who worked as a housekeeper in the resort and sighed," He is the new manager. His name is Gabe Frost."
"Frost? Isn't that the company that now owns this resort? He is one of the owners?"
The old man scoffed," I don't think so. Do you think one of the high and mighty directors would come here? He's probably some poor cousin of those rich folks and they must have thrown him here to hide him."
"Hide him? He has the name of an angel and the looks of an angel. Why would they want to hide him?", the young woman commented playfully, making the older man laugh as he said," You never know with these rich families, Autumn. And, I wonder what your fiance would have to say about you admiring another man, girl."
"What? Who is going to tell him? Not me definitely." Autumn made an innocent face as she looked at the old man who roared with laughter.