Chapter 6 Crossing paths

Charles settled into the driver's seat of his car, adjusting the rearview mirror as he prepared for a conference call.

As a financial consultant, he specialized in offering financial planning, investment management, and accounting services to businesses and high-net-worth individuals. Today, he was on the line with Mr. Gonzalez, a Spanish businessman planning to build a large auto parts facility in the state.

Taking a deep breath, Charles connected the call and pressed the speaker button. He straightened his posture, a small smile on his face as he greeted the man on the other end.

"Good morning, Mr. Gonzalez. Can you hear me?"

"Good morning, Charles! Yes, I can hear you perfectly. How are things on your end?"

"Everything's going well, thanks! Just wrapped up some meetings. I'm excited to discuss your plans for the new spare parts facility."

"Excellent! We're eager to get started. I believe this project could make a significant impact in the market here."

Charles nodded, even though Mr. Gonzalez couldn't see him. He leaned slightly forward, his hands resting on the steering wheel as if he were driving the conversation. "Absolutely. I've been looking into the financial aspects, and I think we can structure the investment to maximize your returns. Have you finalized the location?"

"Yes, we've identified a site in the industrial district. It has great access to highways and a nearby logistics center."

"That sounds ideal," Charles replied, his eyes glancing out the window. "Accessibility is key for distribution. Have you assessed the local labor market?"

"We've done some preliminary research. There's a skilled workforce available, but we'll need to offer competitive wages to attract the best talent."

Charles shifted in his seat, feeling the weight of the discussion. "That's true. I can help you with a financial plan that includes projected labor costs. It's important to factor that into your budget from the start."

"Agreed. I also want to ensure we have enough capital for initial operations. What funding options do you recommend?"

"We can explore a mix of equity financing and loans. I can connect you with some local investors who might be interested in backing the project."

Mr. Gonzalez's enthusiasm was evident. "That would be very helpful. I want to present a solid proposal to them when I visit next month."

"Let's set up a detailed plan we can share during your meetings. I'll prepare some financial forecasts to illustrate the potential growth."

"Perfect. I appreciate your support, Charles. It's reassuring to have someone with your expertise on board."

Charles relaxed a little, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "My pleasure, Mr. Gonzalez. I'm excited to see this project come to life. Let's touch base later this week to finalize our strategy."

"Absolutely. I'll send over the details of the site and any additional information you need."

"Sounds good. Looking forward to it!" Charles said, glancing at the dashboard.

"Thank you, Charles. Talk soon!"

As he ended the call, Charles leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smile on his face. With a sense of purpose, he turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car.

As Charles walked into the store, the familiar scent of fresh produce filled the air. He moved through the aisles, picking up groceries and vegetables, enjoying the simple task. After filling his cart, he approached the checkout counter, where he spotted a familiar face.

"Hi, Charles! Remember me?" Sharon said, looking up from her computer with a bright smile.

"Of course, You're Hadassah's friend from the mall, right?" he replied, his own grin spreading across his face.

"Exactly!" Sharon laughed, her expression warm. "How have you been?"

"I've been good, just keeping busy with work. How about you?"

"Same here! I work part-time at the store and do hairstyling services at home," she explained, her tone upbeat.

"Wow, that's impressive! So you're balancing this and your styling gigs? That's a lot of work for a beautiful woman like you. Your man should be doing that instead!" Charles teased, leaning casually against the counter.

Sharon chuckled, her laughter light and genuine. "Man? I can't remember what that means these days!"

"Seriously? A stunning woman like you without a man? That's a crime against nature! You must be breaking hearts everywhere."

She shook her head, smiling. "I think it's just a matter of bad timing. I've been too busy for distractions right now."

Charles pretended to be shocked, placing a hand over his heart. "Busy? But how will you ever find that elusive 'man' if you're always working? I could help with that over coffee sometime!"

Sharon raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "Coffee sounds nice, but my schedule is pretty packed these days. I'm not sure when I could fit it in."

"Ah, playing hard to get, are we?" he teased, leaning in slightly. "But let's be real-you deserve to take a break. How about I just text you, and we can find a time when you're free?"

"That sounds more reasonable," she replied, chuckling softly. "I promise I'm not ignoring you. I just have a lot on my plate."

"Fair enough! Just know I'm here, ready to charm you whenever you need a breather," he said with a wink.

Sharon handed him a slip of paper with her number, her smile warm. "I'll hold you to that. Just remember, I'm a busy woman!"

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of forgetting," he said, grinning as she scanned his groceries. "But if you ever need someone to help lighten the load, I'm your guy!"

"Sure, right after you get your hairstyling license," she shot back with a laugh, her eyes sparkling.

"Deal!" he said, his excitement evident. As he turned to leave, he glanced back at her, feeling a flutter of anticipation. "I'll text you, and don't worry-I promise to make time for when you're free!"

"Looking forward to it, Charles!" she called after him, her voice bright.

With a playful wave, he stepped out of the store, the encounter leaving him feeling light and cheerful.

As Charles settled into the driver's seat and prepared to leave, his phone buzzed on the passenger seat.

He glanced over and saw a message from Bernard. The moment he read it, his heart pounded in his chest.