Riley.
Pleasing the Russian Minister seemed pretty impossible. At a point, I saw Mr. Charles wiping away the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. "I like the plan, but how long do you think the business will last in Russia?" The minister questioned, his voice laced with the accent.
I didn't imagined that he could speak english and needed a translator but he proved me wrong. There was no translator with him, just few of his aids and securities.
The executives that promised to be here with Mr. Charles actually stood him up. None of them made it here, even called to lay out their excuse and it made me pity the man. He needed this contract to expand his business. "If everything works out well, with the promotions and ads, I assure you that it will last forever." Mr. Charles promised
