[Ralph’s POV]“So you’re saying, we’ll no longer be called ‘Second Tiers’,” repeated Gerardo Virtus, the eldest son of the newly retired Second Tier Liandro Virtus, descendant of the First Sergeant of the fighting force of the old government of U.R.T. “Instead,” his cigarette eroded voice added, “We’ll be known as ‘Directors’.” I stared firmly at him, seated on my left, on the white leather couch in front of my desk, and said, “Director Gerardo, yes. That’s what I said.” I tapped my finger on the glass surface in a slow, steady beat and elaborated, “I’d like to offer you our media business.”To his squinted gaze of caution, I inhaled sharply and explained, “You have a degree in communications.” “Yes, I do.” “And you’re active in the grapevine.” The twenty-five year old grinned with a twinkle in his eyes. “So you’re the best in the family for the job,” I concluded. “What’s in it for me?” Smart boy. I drew in another silent breath and stared at my tapping finger and replied, “Yo
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