{ADAM}
"Tell me this is a f*****g joke, Wendell. This can’t be our man." I jab my finger at the screen of Wendell's tab.
"It says Leonardo Baileys here. What I gave you was Leonard Barns."
I keep looking at the blurred picture next to the name. The guy is old. His beard is a goddamn mess. It looks like a bird tried to nest in it.
"Looks like you found a greyed-out bastard with zero concern for waxing," I mutter, shoving the tablet back at him.
"Does that look like a man dancing out million-dollar deals into tech? He looks like he can argue a cashier over a two-percent discount."
Wendell takes his iPad back with a sigh. He looks tired of my s**t.
"Sir, there isn't a single trace of a Leonard Barns on the internet who invests in tech.”
“Leonardo Baileys is your only shot. I've text
