151 Asking Questions

Miguel was sitting in the living room, drinking his beer, when Gemma walked in. His eyes were glued to the screen of his phone as he replied to some work emails. He didn't even look up from his phone "Hey," she greeted him, "I think I'm ready," she announced.

"Okay, please give me a minute, I need to quickly reply to some emails. You smell nice," he still had his eyes glued to his phone, not looking up yet. 

"Thanks. So this party, who are those going to be in attendance?" Gemma asked now walking towards him. 

"The likes of Mr. Franklin."

"Rich cads, who don't know what to do with their money?" Gemma said. 

"Exactly, we need more investors for the oil business, and that's why we are meeting up with some of them this evening and then sweet talk them into investing their money with us."

"I have no doubt, you will sweet talk them into investing in no time, sweet talking has never been a problem for you."

Miguel chuckled. "You think so?"