"Talent is insignificant. I know a lot of talented ruins." — James Baldwin.
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"I'm sorry, sir but would you please step into the car for a brief moment," Jeremy was startled when a man approached him the instant he stepped out of his house.
His instincts had been to run but taking a good look at the man who looked polished in his well-ironed suit, he didn't look like a policeman nor did he exude any malevolent intent. He was safe at the least - for now. Until he figured out who that was and their intention, he would not relax.
"Who are you?" he asked, scrutinizing the man in a suit with round-rimmed sunglasses.
The man didn't say anything, rather handed a card to him which Jeremy read and went through it, "Alcantàra Group?" his face showed great surprise.
"Yes, our chairwoman would like to have a word with you," the man said, still in a half-bow as he gestured him to the awaiting ride.
