“Mr. Dunn, Mr. Fuller wants to meet with you,” Walter told me the moment I arrived in the office. I am a little late today because I had to meet with a client for breakfast.
I looked at him and nodded. “What time?”
“He said he’s on his way, Sir,” my secretary replied.
I loosened my tie and nodded. “Let him enter when he arrives here,” I ordered and I can see how he took note of that.
Mr. Ares Fuller, the brother of the most successful man in the airline business today who was ruthlessly killed in a m******e, is coming to meet me. I wonder why. I don’t necessarily know the Fullers but from what I heard, I think Ares Fuller is a little too envious of his brother.
Their family had a business that he handled but unfortunately, it failed because he didn’t really know how to handle a bu
