The director stepped in. The deed was done. Rajiv had committed professional suicide. He had to be put out of his misery. He asked both of them to shut up.
In the following days, Rajiv quit. It was not surprising. Burcam had lost one of his very best, yet it went mostly unnoticed as the agency was busy celebrating the new deal, “officially” secured thanks to Toni. Now a whole avenue of possibilities was extending before him. He just had to take the driver’s seat.
The client was pleased. He liked Toni who, in turn, knew how to “please” him. He had learned in the broken streets of Beirut how and where to find anything he wanted. Women were the easiest commodity.
His client had another passion: big game fishing. He would leave on a four-engine boat with more crew members than fishermen on
