Business at the Green

Michael

Even though the sun was beating down on the green, there was a chill in the air that only the start of winter could bring. My curiosity about Sal Rossi got me out of bed that morning to meet with the possible new client. Even seeing him in person didn’t jog my memory. He was a normal looking forty-something-year-old guy with a spare tire around his waist. I rarely got involved on this level anymore, but this was a special circumstance. I had to get a feel for this guy and what plans he had cooking. Fredrick’s warning about speaking with Demetri made the meeting that much more important.

We were on the fourth hole when Sal brought up his business. We’d talked the day before on the phone about the possibility of working together but he was very vague on the details. He seemed like a face-to-face business man and that was fine with me. Overall he seemed a bit old-school, I wasn’t a winter golfer so I assumed he wanted a place we’d be alone for this conversation. Though that made