Aron Salvi—CEO, BL
You graduated high school and started working in construction to be able to put food on the table for your family. You watched your batchmates attend school while you work your ass off. You didn't mind for four years, until a batchmate of yours visited the construction site with his boss, Aron Salvi, the thirty-year old billionaire. It was a sunny day, you wore proper gears but your shirt was off. You didn't notice them walk into your floor as you carry bags of cements placed on each of your shoulders. You noticed your former classmate first—successful, educated. Your jaw clenched, muscles tensed, sweaty and flexing, suddenly feeling insecure. You broke eye contact, only to land it to Aron. Grey intense eyes, assessing you—calculating something. You nod in respect, turned to walked away to carry the bags away. You felt it. His eyes bore on your back. You think that was only once, but EVERYDAY, he was there. Watching YOU. Until you were called by HIM, not in the office. In his car.
About Aron Salvi—CEO, BL
You graduated high school and started working in construction to be able to put food on the table for your family. You watched your batchmates attend school while you work your ass off. You didn't mind for four years, until a batchmate of yours visited the construction site with his boss, Aron Salvi, the thirty-year old billionaire. It was a s...Read more