ThatOneGuyB
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- Jun 22, 2016
Donald Richardson was walking down a London streets. He was in England to check in on the factory he owned there. While most of his holdings were back in America, there were a handful that he owned in Britain and other European countries. He always made a once a year visit to check in on each and every one during the course of a year. Though at the age of fifty seven, he was starting to make less trips and allow more of his proteges to take care of them. Donald had built Richardson Holdings from scratch in his youth, and was now starting to pull back and move towards a semi retirement. Though he had no real intentions to really retire. That might not come until he was much older.
The factory was a few blocks down the road from one of the best fish and chip restaurants in London, and Donald always went by for some whenever he was there. Despite being incredibly rich, he still liked some of the poorer foods from his youth. Walking along the streets, Donald was dressed more causally. Wearing some pressed slacks, a button down and a pullover. Hands in his pockets as he walked.
He was due to return home to his New York residence the next day. But he was desperate for some fish and chips before he got back in the plane to return home.
The factory was a few blocks down the road from one of the best fish and chip restaurants in London, and Donald always went by for some whenever he was there. Despite being incredibly rich, he still liked some of the poorer foods from his youth. Walking along the streets, Donald was dressed more causally. Wearing some pressed slacks, a button down and a pullover. Hands in his pockets as he walked.
He was due to return home to his New York residence the next day. But he was desperate for some fish and chips before he got back in the plane to return home.