“Apollo Zu-en.”
Paul’s eyes widened, surprised by his name. On the other hand, Jeremy narrowed his eyes, trying to find out if he said his name correctly or not.
Zu-en? I tapped my fingers lightly on the table, trying to remember where I heard that last name.
“The Zu-en Corporation?” confirmed Paul as he stood up on his chair. When he nodded, Paul seemed to panic, extending his hand. “Wow! I didn’t know you were here in San Rafael,” he said as they shook hands. “Please join us for lunch.”
He was about to decline, but I insisted. “It’s the least I can do to return this. Please join us.” I said, not leaving my eyes on him. Surely, he is more than someone connected to the company. If I told Jeremy he looked familiar to me, he would laugh at me. Zu-en Corporation is one of our clients, b
