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Mr Jared: Huthi Farmland

"You are not the son of a gateman, are you?"

Manuel asked him after a prolonged seconds of silence.

"What is that to you? You should stick to business and not beat around the bush."

Alves scolded. He hated to think that Manuel was looking down on him. But on the other side, it was natural for Manuel to be surprised.

"Forgive my manners."

Manuel apologised. Alves had no idea what to make from that apology. Not yet. He had no idea whether or not it was genuine, or Manuel had said it for the sake of formality.

Alves had several opinions on the person of Manuel, but he didn't want to jump into conclusions. He had agreed with himself that whatever details he missed about a business partner, he would lift them all from Villian.

And now, he would do the only thing that brought him there; business.

He watched as Manuel go through some well arranged files which were on his work table. Originally, Alves had thought that a company such as Austrix with great reputation, ought not to have any