FINN
"I heard Reno Martins is in the country." Dad said, walking into my office.
"So it seems," I shrugged, flicking the business card between my fingers.
"Don't you think it's due time already?" Dad asked, pouring a glass of champagne for himself.
"A chick from his company is trying to recruit me."
Dad squinted his eyes, "Fate is just on our side then, must be because of the upcoming project."
"Yes, it is." I agreed.
Dad frowned at me, "Are you in doubt?"
"The lady seemed really cool." I admitted, a small smile graced my lips.
Dad scoffed, "You have to do what's necessary. Besides, it's just business tactics. The Martins have had this coming a long time."
I stood up with a sigh, "Better get to work then."
"It's not going to be easy. I've worked with a Martins, I know ho
