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Chapter 2: The Stranger
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Angel
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The butler with the British-sounding accent immediately led me into what I assume was a waiting room. "I will notify Master Roger if your presence. Thank you for waiting patiently, lovely lady," he said cheerfully.
I smiled. "Thank you, kind sir."
I turned around and looked at my surroundings. My mother always said you could learn a lot from someone by the way they keep their house. I had much to deduct concerning my newest target, so I took that advice to heart. The place where one dwelled could even relay more information about one's persona than the firm's records. For example, something very important could be in those table drawers.
I strolled around slowly. What did this room say about this Mr. Roger Smith, Paradigm City's top Negotiater! It was very big for a waiting room; I thought it was a decently beautiful one at that although insanely aphotic and strange. It had three large windows that rose to the infinite ceiling and dark-colored walls. On each side of the room were two floor lamps, turned off of course. Two dark green chairs met at a brown coffee table. The most striking feature was a large desk with only a reading lamp and, believe it or not, an assortment of hourglasses. I wondered what these hourglasses would have to say about Roger Smith, a man I knew so much about and yet so little. What did he look like anyway? They told me his name was all over the newspapers, yet I haven't seen a single photograph of him. He was probably very dull-looking as the room I was in, a boring busy man perhaps aged beyond his years due to the time-consuming stressful nature of his work. There were only blueprints of his Megadeus, amazingly enough, in his file. His record showed no ID picture either; perhaps it got lost. I closed my eyes, remembering the record I poured over back in the office:
Name: Roger A. Smith
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Occupation: Negotiator
5'10! My goodness! That tall with black eyes that matched his hair! No wonder they didn't put an ID picture. You'd know it was him if you bumped into him on the street. I was quite tall for a woman; he'd only be a couple of inches taller than me.
I opened my eyes and traced the hourglass. Today was going to be a long day.
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Roger
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Norman walked into the room with a lamp. He spotted Dorothy. "Oh my. Well, look at that-- how convenient!" The worse thing you could do was compliment her.
"Norman! What's with the power!"
"I'm so sorry, though it appears that a guest arrived for your help. I was delayed seeing to it."
"Without getting my permission first?"
"Yes, sir."
I was about to scold him but then my eyes widened in realization. That could only mean one thing. I wiped my mouth with the napkin. I dismissed from the table. "I see." I proceeded to get dressed.