Dixon stare at his brother as he held the door. Trying to fix the pieces together. Why was he here, was he, perhaps the so called awaiting boss. Bruce owns this industry.
Right.
Just perfect. Reasons why he was offered the contract several times.
“Hello brother.”
“Aish!” Dixon snarled. Withdrawing his hands from the door. Running them over his hair.
“This is insane!”
Bruce enters fully, with a plain smirk.
“No way I’m working for you, no way.”
“We could make a perfect team, you and I, you should be grateful I’m trying to help, having you in my business. No one would like to employ you you know, you’re not just a murderer, you’re an ex-con as well.”
“Plain mockery” Dixon chuckled.
“You need to man up!”
“Really?”
“Help yourself. That’s what I meant, I’m just trying to
