I kept reading. And this was getting old. Real old.
The investor showed up 5 minutes after Jake went out. The f*****g guy doesn’t even do his job right.—1 guy showed up in a polished suit, with a smile too big to be sincere.
The guy was sharp. Older, sharp blue eyes, handshake like he meant it. He introduced himself as Charles Renner, one of the European distribution heads they’d been trying to court for months. I didn’t even realize Augustus had invited him.
We were still in the cellar, papers scattered across the table when he stepped in.
“You must be Diego,” he said after shaking Augustus’s hand. “I’ve heard... things.”
I gave a tight smile. “Good ones, I hope.”
“Well, Augustus wouldn’t stop quoting your numbers on the flight in,” he said, setting down a leather briefcase. “I had
