Michealhalexander13 Jun, 2021Business
He was a pudgy little man with a suit that might have fit him a couple of hundred Denny?s grand slams ago. His eyes wouldn?t stop roaming around the room, and he was beginning to sweat, even though the outfit I work for doesn?t throw around simoleons on heat for the help. He said his name was Charles Finch, and the smell of fear on him was like a newsroom on a buyout deadline day.
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