"Dyson, you didn't tell me there were other guests." It was only after Dean arrived at the coffee shop near Euclid Avenue, at Dyson's invitation, that he realized someone had already reserved a spot.
"Dean Price, right? I asked Dyson to do me this favor." The middle-aged man with blond hair stood up and extended his right hand to Dean, "Colin Siliad, from Pittsburgh."
Despite feeling uneasy, Dean still shook hands with the middle-aged man.
"Dean, Mr. Siliad is an investment manager from the Hillman Fund." Dyson knew it was a bit underhanded, but considering the background of his client, he had acted as the intermediary for this meeting.
"The Hillman Fund?" Dean was somewhat familiar with this surname.
"The Hillmans from Pittsburgh," Dyson gave Dean an excited look; he himself was from Pittsburgh.
