9:15 - March the 18st, 2010, Santa Ana, near Hugopolis, Hugoland
Near the quiet village of Santa Ana, not far from Hugopolis, the largest city of the Kingdom, Mr. Sousa, the owner of the local gas station, saw a familiar face aproaching. He left the heat of the counter in the shop to receive himself the customer that he had seen some times before, albeit he was not from the region. Mr. Sousa didn't know his name, but he knew he gave considerable tips.
The car stopped. There were actually two men. The second, totally unknown to Mr. Sousa, immediately left the car to wander around while the other coldly greeted Mr. Sousa.
"Good morning sir, how do you do? Its a pleasure to see you again. I remember you've been here sometimes in the past months, although I do not know your name, Sir. My name is Sousa, and yours?"
The other, who was carelessly looking towards the shop, turned his eyes to Mr. Sousa. "Mr. Dias. Tell me, Mr. Sousa, how is your business? Do you have many clients?"
Happy to engage some conversation, and happy to fill the fuel deposit meanwhile, Mr. Sousa quickly directed the talk to his health, and how he expected his second son to replace him in the management of the gas station.
After some minutes, Mr. Dias handed five silver coins and a business card to Mr. Sousa saying "I have quite enjoyed our little talk. I have many friends in the area, so I come here frequently, as you have noticed. I'm a businessman myself, and I'm always ready to talk with other like-minded people or to advise the young. If you need any advice regarding the future of your business, or if any of your sons needs any advice, I'd be honnoured to help."
The second man was still wandering around. Not only he wandered, but his eyes also wandered along the landscape, not resting on any particular point, despite the natural beauty of the small green hills, and the pitoresque wind mills. His wandering was only terminated by being called by Mr. Dias. Without a look to Mr. Sousa, he quickly entered the car.
Mr. Sousa returned to his counter, looking at the card. The card had not any adress, just a telephone number and the inscription "Nuno Dias, Taylor. Associate of the Taylor's Guild of Monforte". "So, he's not from here, indeed! I'll keep this. The fellow is relatively young, but he seems quite sure of himself, he must be smart. Perhaps a good example, a good connection, to my son, who should indeed think more about helping his father and take over the business".
Near the quiet village of Santa Ana, not far from Hugopolis, the largest city of the Kingdom, Mr. Sousa, the owner of the local gas station, saw a familiar face aproaching. He left the heat of the counter in the shop to receive himself the customer that he had seen some times before, albeit he was not from the region. Mr. Sousa didn't know his name, but he knew he gave considerable tips.
The car stopped. There were actually two men. The second, totally unknown to Mr. Sousa, immediately left the car to wander around while the other coldly greeted Mr. Sousa.
"Good morning sir, how do you do? Its a pleasure to see you again. I remember you've been here sometimes in the past months, although I do not know your name, Sir. My name is Sousa, and yours?"
The other, who was carelessly looking towards the shop, turned his eyes to Mr. Sousa. "Mr. Dias. Tell me, Mr. Sousa, how is your business? Do you have many clients?"
Happy to engage some conversation, and happy to fill the fuel deposit meanwhile, Mr. Sousa quickly directed the talk to his health, and how he expected his second son to replace him in the management of the gas station.
After some minutes, Mr. Dias handed five silver coins and a business card to Mr. Sousa saying "I have quite enjoyed our little talk. I have many friends in the area, so I come here frequently, as you have noticed. I'm a businessman myself, and I'm always ready to talk with other like-minded people or to advise the young. If you need any advice regarding the future of your business, or if any of your sons needs any advice, I'd be honnoured to help."
The second man was still wandering around. Not only he wandered, but his eyes also wandered along the landscape, not resting on any particular point, despite the natural beauty of the small green hills, and the pitoresque wind mills. His wandering was only terminated by being called by Mr. Dias. Without a look to Mr. Sousa, he quickly entered the car.
Mr. Sousa returned to his counter, looking at the card. The card had not any adress, just a telephone number and the inscription "Nuno Dias, Taylor. Associate of the Taylor's Guild of Monforte". "So, he's not from here, indeed! I'll keep this. The fellow is relatively young, but he seems quite sure of himself, he must be smart. Perhaps a good example, a good connection, to my son, who should indeed think more about helping his father and take over the business".