Chapter 29: Guillermo Balam

Salvatore Casson smiled. "It's nothing." "By the way." Thinking of how graduation was around the corner, he asked Brielle Casson, "Didn't you send out a bunch of resumes? How's it going?" Brielle had stellar grades-national scholarships four years running-and she was fluent in three foreign languages. Someone like her shouldn't have had trouble finding a job. She gave a wry smile. "I had burns on my face before. What company would hire me like that?" Salvatore grinned. "That's over. With a beauty...