Gerald Milton had a good day. Had? Hell, he was having a terrific day. The day wasn't even over yet, was it? And he had just received the best news he could wish for.
Gerald owned a chain of multiple retail businesses in the city, most people didn't know it though because he looked like a playboy. It wasn't his fault that he was so good looking, nor was it his fault that he had a good fashion sense on top. People had the habit of writing off handsome young men who dressed well and rode flashy sports cars as being playboys. No head for business or leadership.
For Gerald, who had always loved to disappoint people who thought he couldn't do a particular thing, it gave him so much pleasure to be recognized in certain business circles as the brain behind the giant Condesa. A name well-known i
