GABRIEL
"So, what exactly are you trying to do here, Gustavo?" Fabian, who had been quiet all this while, asked, adjusting himself in the seat which seemed too small for the bulky man. Before we had gone in, he had made it clear to me that he hadn't wanted to sell to Gustavo, as the man had been in the middle of a crazy issue with a cousin of his, and it had taken the intervention of his uncle to end it.
But I never mixed business with personal issues. And that was what had brought me this far. Now, though, I wasn't exactly feeling proud of my decision at the moment, because Fabian had been right. Gustavo was a pig. And while this was not the first time I was doing business with him, he was certainly using the little information he had gotten to his advantage.
There was no need to ask w
