Emile
A tall, tanned gentleman walks in through the lifts, with a lady next to him. From his looks, I guess his age to be around what Mr. Anthony Black would be, and he looks a lot like the description of the man I received. Not wanting to seem eager, I wait for him to come to me, and greet me first. I have been waiting for him after all. Nobody ever makes me wait! I watch this man, first walk up to his receptionist, plainly ignoring me! His action of whispering something in her ear makes it look like there is more to them than meets the eye.
Dirty old man! A smile starts to form on my face, but I quickly swallow it when both he and the woman he arrived with walks into his office without any recognition of my existence! I have an appointment. It is very unprofessional of him to, first o
