Chapter9 - But First, a Proposal
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When I arrived at his gates, I didn’t receive the same welcome the first time. His prized sports car was much more well received then I was. The guards were there, again. But simply ignored me. I honked the horn in my new car, which wasn’t really mine. Nothing happened. I felt the guard’s heavy gaze, but saw no movement. At least I wasn’t under the sights of their weapons.
“Listen, buster, I’d rather not jump over the wall, but I swear I will. I have to talk to Daniel!”
Nothing. Not a peep.
Also, the company itself belongs to several other companies and to sign a car over to you would require an amount of red tape I’m not willing to endure. Let’s just say that, for tax purposes, it will stay that way.” This was not the man who daydreamed about the beaches of some island in the Mediterranean. This was a modern-day version of ‘we do not discuss the family business’ movies.
It was scary and I thought that he would turn around and order someone to bury me in the backyard and plant roses all over me. I felt my throat dry and tears appear in the corner of my eyes.
“But I do have a proposal for you.”
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