!!52RhwoWDjpf 05/27/10(Thu)16:07 No.10094954|
As a matter of fact you do own the place, or pretty much anyway. After talking a suicidal cherub off a ledge, and thus saving the building from the resultant explosion caused by such a death, the owner refuses to take rent money off you.
So you walk in. Calm. Smooth. Open the door, walk in.
"Why, Mr. Brown." she turns around to face you as you walk in. She's a stunner. 10 years ago she would've been a blonde bombshell. Now she was even better. She'd been around the kind of people that pretty girls don't last long around. She'd clearly lasted. She has a pleasant smile on her face, but you can tell straight away she's a shark. A smart, sexy shark.
"What a pleasure to see you. I do hope you don't mind me arriving before you?"
"When I induce these visions in myself I do find it ever so difficult to pinpoint the exact times."
You take off your coat and hat, put them on the coat hanger. You still have your gun in its holster, attached to your shoulder. You walk around your desk and have a seat.
>'What can I do for you? Wasn't aware my office was open, but good for you - and me.'
"You're absolutely right, sir. I do so love to chitchat but it just isn't the time for it, is it?" she replies, perfectly aware she hasn't quite answered your question.
"I think you know why I'm here, don't you?"