Vinson went after Steven, and when he was about a foot and a half from him, he stretched out his hand and introduced himself, “I’m Vinson Nightshire, Mr. Parker. I’ve long admired you.”
Steven widened his eyes and, in open-mouthed wonder, asked, “Not the Vinson Nightshire, who composed Clouds?”
Vinson nodded slightly and said, “That’s me...”
Vinson had had an exclusive education. He was a bit of a jack of all trades and had dabbled in piano and composing. A few years ago, he wrote a piece for piano called Clouds, which won an international award, but he gave up music after that and concentrated whole heartedly on business.
Steven and the two other men immediately viewed Vinson in a different light.
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