Julia's POV
I'm standing as he gets inside, then shaking his hand. "Please have a seat." We have a seat. I should have this deal with him.
"The rumor is true. One of my players was a Princess of Long Life Insurance." Princess? I raised my eyebrow.
I took a deep breath and sighed. Maybe what he said is a compliment. "People often called me The Devil From Hell or... Princess of Death. What's make you called me Princess?" He scoffed, sighed.
"Some people said... username reflect its person's character or some of them just... have no idea what they want to write. What's your stereotype?" He rubbed his nose.
"If this room temperature too cold for you, I can ask the manager to increase the temperature." I said.
He chuckles. "You seems like a serious woman, Ms. Albert." He rubbed his nose. "Let's we discuss what you want to offer anyway! Seems like I'm wasting your time?"
I put a black map in front of him and my pen on the side. "Take your time, Mr..."
"Richard Guzman." I'm nodding my head.
"Mr. Guzman." I open my phone to see Ashley sends me a picture. I swiped to the right and smiles. Seems like they enjoying their stay in Atlanta. God.
I only sends her a thumbs up emoji and sighed. I don't have time to vacation. I'm glad they enjoy the vacation I gave. "Anything wrong, Ms. Albert?!" The Irish man in front of me raised his eyebrow.
I cleared my throat and shook my head. "Nothing. It's just... my in-law sends me a message." He hummed as nodding his head.
Mr. LeBlanc walking approach me and put his hand to the side of my ears. What?! No way! He should...
"Mr. Guzman." Shit. What the fuck he's doing here!? "I... want to call waitress because..." calm down, Julia. I took a deep breath to neutralize my heart beat. He will not eat you alive!
"Your... secretary not interrupt us if something urgent, right? What is it?" He so observant. I will never let him go as my business partner.
"Well, one of my... employee in this restaurant and 'cause a mess. I... want to checking on him. May I?" I don't like how he puts me in this mess. He can make this deal cancel!
This person in front of me, is the gate. He will bring my dad's insurance company back to its reputation. From door to door selling to a permanent skyscraper in the most busiest district in New York. I should responsible for this mess.
Including this mess. I saw Andrew tried to get inside and caused a scene. I took a deep breath and looking at my surrounding. "Ms. Albert." How he in the hell he knows I'm here?!
"Mr. LeBlanc, please kick him out peacefully. If he refused, do it legally. Until then, don't let everything like this happened again." Mr. LeBlanc nodding his head, then approach him. I don't want my energy waste for nothing.
I just want everything is done before New Year's Eve. Argh... you almost make me lose my good image.
"You alright, Ms. Albert?" He crossed his hand over his chest and stared at me. "You seems like..."
"I'm fine." He raised his eyebrow. "Any question you want to asked?" I don't like the way he pulled the contract.
"It's an honor to meet you, but... you can offer your service to bigger game developer like Rockstar, Epic Game, or... game provider such as Steam." I sighed. I think my brother is right.
"It's because of the lag, isn't it?" He nodding his head.
"You right. You can..."
"We can provide you... more funds. I have contact from several the best hosting company in the world." He scoffed, scratch his eyes. That cheap fur jacket, literally troubles me.
At first I met him, I thought he just a low gangster crew, who liked to spending money on the casino table. God, why that k-drama still stuck in my head. We're not speak for a minute until the guy in front of me slammed the table.
For God's sake, please don't make me heart attack! "What's the privilege I've got again?" I put the tea cup on the table, sighed.
"More funds, life insurance for each employee, and... everything you need, but you should make your brain working to returned the money I've spending on your game." He chuckles and nodding his head.
Richard Guzman. I don't know that he was an Irish-Mexican guy, lived in small apartment in Ottawa, and he is the owner of the popular MMORPG game. I know how the market will going downfall for him. "Don't judge book by it's cover, Ms. Albert."
He pours the wine on the empty glass. "I love Chinese's food because they gave us free fortune cookie, and guess what?" He breaks the cookie and smirked. "This cookie said...
I'm looking at my wrist watch and sighed. I should go to another place for 2 hours next. I stand up and zipped my jacket. "I... have to go, Mr. Guzman." He raised his eyebrow. "I have another developer to meet. Do you know... developer of RoB? A guy called DarkPancake?"
He widened his eyes. "I... have meeting with him. If you done battling with your thoughts, you know who to call." I put my business card on the table, picked my pen, then leave him. People like him will call me after this.
Just wait for the couple of few hours.
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I walked to the souvenir store and sighed. Cecilia will love this, I guess. "How can I help you?" I'm looking at my back, smiled. A store clerk approaching me.
How polite she is. "Do you want to..."
"A-ah... I just looking around." She nodding her head and leave. I tried to neutralized my heart beat, sighed.
I picked the moose plushie on the rack and sighed. What should I get for her? I'm looking at the other shelf and sighed. Maybe, I should buy for Ashley too.