Carell stared as the man in front of him gave him a bright smile. He knew that kind of smile. It was a client’s smile. As bright and empty of meaning as a light bulb. He had never mastered that kind of smile. He couldn’t twist his lips in such ways that looked truly joyful.
“Ah, Sorry to seem rude but you’re... much younger than I imagined. You’re voice sounds so much older.”
This is why he hated dealing with people face to face. They always seemed surprised by his youthful looks, despite knowing him to be only twenty-three.
“I tend to get that a lot.”
The voice that spilled from Carell’s lips was growling deep to match the wide expanse of his shoulders and chest. Twenty-three he might have been. But he was built square and sturdy. A physical wall of muscle in any fight, though he preferred guns.
Carell glanced at the man standing against the back wall. After being placed there he hadn’t moved. The three second observation he had done when the other walked in hadn’t piqued Carell’s interest. Even now he didn’t look like much.
“Who’s your... friend?” That got the man’s attention again.
“Why he’s a gift for you. A pet to do with as you please without any complaints. He’s very well trained and highly obedient.”
Carell didn’t doubt that. Of course he also knew this was an attempt to curry favor. He was employed by several rival companies, without their knowing of course. A mercenary to the core Carell would start a war between the two and sleep easily at night.
“Very well. I’ll accept this... gift. Now leave. I have business to tend to.”
