REWRITE THE STARS
Instead, Paul Medlock had hired him on the spot.
“Our office in Marbella could use a wise-ass like you,” he’d said with a laugh.
And Gabriel had soon found himself the new messenger and office boy for the American CEO’s worldwide shipping corporation. From that day, remembering his crime with shame, Gabriel had been obsessed with justice.
After climbing the corporate ladder and making some lucky investments, he’d made his first million by the age of twenty-four. The father who’d abandoned his mother when she was pregnant with Gabriel had read about him in the newspaper and had contacted him. Not to ask for money, he’d said, just for a visit. Gabriel had refused even to speak with him.