I Must Be Insane

“Why is my desire not clear enough until you want me to come here?” As he sat under the shade of an elegant gazebo in the garden adjacent to Russell's opulent home, Ed questioned Russell. He's the man he had to meet in New York.

Russell was a new link in his product distribution chain, but he was a bit fussy and insisted on talking to him in person.

Ed didn’t really want to come, but he also didn’t want to lose the large profits. Among the options Marco had suggested, Russell possessed a reasonably extensive network. The other choices were not yet on Russell’s level.

“I wanted to meet you in person, Don Rosas. I’m a businessman who likes close relationships. If we are going to work together, then I want us to meet face-to-face, at least to greet each other directly,” said Russell.

“So, what now? Are you mesmerized by looking at me?” Ed inquired as he removed his sunglasses, revealing a markedly improved face.

Ed had followed Diego's advice two years ago. Diego had suggested plastic su