Jameson Mackay
For as long as Jameson could remember, he was among those who had dreams, but not only in his sleep. Now, as he stood beneath the endless night sky, he couldn't help but smile at how far he had come and how big his achievements were.
For the first quarter of his existence, he always wondered what it would be like to be at the peak of the mountain he aspired to climb. Now that he was here, he knew he wouldn't trade it for anything. The world had witnessed his moment, but there was more to come.
Jameson picked his cane from where it had rested against the windowsill. Pacheco, his right-hand man, sat at the round table. He walked up to him. He had requested for a list of trades they were supposed to handle within the week.
