Involved in the arm trade, Entrepreneur Paul sold weapons to the United States government. This may have been one of his largest projects and the most beneficial. He shook hands with Delilah Hillbrook. She had been in her sixties but she looked like she could pass for forty-five. She wore a sharp gray suit with gold earrings and other accessories.
“Entrepreneur Paul, it’s always a pleasure.”
“Delilah, I’m glad to be back in this office.” Atkinson wore a blue suit with a black shirt and no tie.
“We’re going to need to have more rockets and missiles for the war fronts,” Delilah cut right to the bone.
“Absolutely. I can broker agreements with the leading weapons makers in the country and give them to you for cheap,” Entrepreneur Paul’s tone lowered. Delilah cocked her head to the right.
“Yes, that sounds about right. You’re the man to go to for all of these needs, no?”
“Of course I am,” he announced this with his head caned upward.
“I’m sorry to say this will be our final interaction, sir,” Delilah lowered her voice and looked down while seated at her desk.
“Okay, so you found a cheaper dealer….”
“No, nothing like that. I mean I’m retiring soon. It’s been one of the greatest honors to partner with you. I can say you’ve saved countless American lives.”
“Do you have a predecessor?”
“Of course. He’s half my age and will be an asset to this firm.”
Entrepreneur Paul brought a fist up to his mouth. “It of course has been more than a joy to work with you, D,” he replied with sincerity.
“I’m sure you will get along with him. His name is Levon King. He will fill you in on his exploits I’m sure.”
“I look forward to it all.”
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