![]() ![]() In a minute, he'd have to herd his other siblings. Behind her, through the open, intricately carved double wooden doors, assorted family members traipsed back and forth, while the groom and his two brothers, Javier and Miguel, carted luggage out to the cars. Scott turned, smiling in spite of himself at Wendy's newly wedded-and not-so-newly pregnant-glow. But the heavens jeered at his insignificance, the icy rain jackhammering the battered winter lawn, the gravel drive where a pair of SUVs waited to ferry them to the regional airport ten miles away and the chartered jet that would take them home to Atlanta. Too bad the weather on this blustery, end-of-December afternoon hadn't gotten that particular memo.įrom underneath the expansive portico fronting the main entrance to La Casa Paloma, an exclusive resort where he, his parents and his siblings had stayed while in Red Rock, Texas, to attend his youngest sister Wendy's wedding to Marcos Mendoza, he glowered at the charcoal sky. If Scott Fortune could attribute anything to his success-in life, in business-it was that simple mantra, doggedly applied to every challenge that dared him to fail. ![]()
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