The price of Reputation

Gonzalo

I hadn't slept a wink since last night. All I could think about was my activities for today. 

I stood from the chair, and stretched as I listened to the distant sound of traffic setting the tone for the day. 

Today is the day of the meeting. Nuel had already sent me the address of a private hotel where I am to meet with the dealers. 

I go to take a bath and get ready. I hated tardiness, no matter who it came from. 

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the room, adjusting my tie and checking my reflection. 

I knew that I looked exquisite and powerful, my tailored suit clinged to my broad shoulders and muscular frame and my dark hair was slicked back neatly. 

I felt the weight of my reputation as I studied my face, knowing that every line and every glance spoke of strength.