Mikael Conde Novels & Stories

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

I am far from sophisticated Cameron, Alejandro once knew. “Welcome home, Cameron.” Alejandro announces with a sweet smile on his lips. “Thank you, I should be glad, right? The Conde De Parama greeted me and welcomed me in his country.” I said, taunting. He just shrugged. “If you insist, I could give you a grand welcome parade.” And he laughed. “Goodness, no need to do that. Let’s go.” As I said that, I touched my hair gently to make sure that my ponytail was still in place. It’s been a long nineteen hours flight, after all.