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7) Trimboli
"What are you doing out here?" he asked politely in Italian.
"We don't speak much Italian, sorry" Logan replied almost bashfully.
"My apologies" Trimboli replied, his attitude at once changing. "I don't believe we have met. My name is Alessandro Trimboli" he stated warmly, extending a hand to Logan.
"Matthew Gordiani" Logan replied, shaking Trimboli's hand. "I want to thank you for inviting us to your party, Mr Trimboli"
Trimboli waved his hand in the air. "It was no problem. I understand you are here on business, Mr Gordiani. My friend Steven Contelli mentioned you before."
"Yes, I am looking at investors and the possibility of maybe opening a branch of my company here. This is my wife, Emma"
Like the men had done all night, Trimboli reached for Max's hand and kissed it gently. He looked into Max's eyes and Max was almost taken back. Despite his friendly demeanour, his eyes were black and cold, like empty tunnels.
"I am sorry, but I think that maybe your wife is cold, Mr Gordiani. Maybe it would be best if you both returned inside" Trimboli continued, force behind his every word.
" I am a bit cold Matthew" Max said to Logan, trying to communicate with him with a look, which clearly said 'lets get out of here now'.
Logan seemed to catch Max's drift. "Okay then" he said to Max, before turning to talk to Trimboli. "Excuse me, Mr Trimboli. Maybe we will meet again while I am in Italy?"
Trimboli smiled smugly back at Logan. "I hope so, Mr Gordiani. I look forward to hearing more about you business in the future" The two men shook hands and Logan guided Max back inside.
"What was his deal?" Max whispered to Logan as they made their way back to their table.
"I don't know, but I want to find out" Logan replied, just as they arrived back at the table.
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7) Trimboli
"What are you doing out here?" he asked politely in Italian.
"We don't speak much Italian, sorry" Logan replied almost bashfully.
"My apologies" Trimboli replied, his attitude at once changing. "I don't believe we have met. My name is Alessandro Trimboli" he stated warmly, extending a hand to Logan.
"Matthew Gordiani" Logan replied, shaking Trimboli's hand. "I want to thank you for inviting us to your party, Mr Trimboli"
Trimboli waved his hand in the air. "It was no problem. I understand you are here on business, Mr Gordiani. My friend Steven Contelli mentioned you before."
"Yes, I am looking at investors and the possibility of maybe opening a branch of my company here. This is my wife, Emma"
Like the men had done all night, Trimboli reached for Max's hand and kissed it gently. He looked into Max's eyes and Max was almost taken back. Despite his friendly demeanour, his eyes were black and cold, like empty tunnels.
"I am sorry, but I think that maybe your wife is cold, Mr Gordiani. Maybe it would be best if you both returned inside" Trimboli continued, force behind his every word.
" I am a bit cold Matthew" Max said to Logan, trying to communicate with him with a look, which clearly said 'lets get out of here now'.
Logan seemed to catch Max's drift. "Okay then" he said to Max, before turning to talk to Trimboli. "Excuse me, Mr Trimboli. Maybe we will meet again while I am in Italy?"
Trimboli smiled smugly back at Logan. "I hope so, Mr Gordiani. I look forward to hearing more about you business in the future" The two men shook hands and Logan guided Max back inside.
"What was his deal?" Max whispered to Logan as they made their way back to their table.
"I don't know, but I want to find out" Logan replied, just as they arrived back at the table.
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