THE CEO
IV Bahamas, Carribean Islands The sun was torrid and the heat was unmanigable, palm trees flooded the warm thick air, standing tall like huge sentinels watching over its creation. Fruit vendors were seen selling all kinds of fruits: apples, bananas and oranges. They would fan themselves due to the immense heat. The air was salty and alkaline and the cool warm breeze sent a slight chill down Simon's spine. He wore a blue beach shirt, with a pair of brown khaki pants and black loafers. He stepped out of the cab surreptitiously tipping the taxi driver with a one hundred dollar bill . The cab driver was from Jamaica , he blasted reggae music all through the ride entertaining Simon Crawford with stories about his home country and how he came to "Paradise" in search for fulfillment. He narrated the history of the Bahamas eloquently as if he was born there naturally. He smiled gaily as he reached for the american note speaking jibberish in some Jamaican dialect that Simon...
