12-21-2014, 08:10 PM
Hood plucked a business card off a clip on the fridge, and stepped towards Enzo. He held his beer in one hand, and held the card out for the other; a likely sign that shaking wasn't exactly a necessary formality as far as he cared. "No, you didn't. And don't thank me. This is what your people pay me for, after all. Make an appointment. Let me know when it is. I can meet you there with your info packet."
The card was for a particularly high-end men's clothing store. Not one so expensive as to be graced by the same clientele as Manifesto, but maybe their most direct underlings. Or, at the very least, those underlings' underlings. Of course, the suit Enzo would be getting would be charged to Hood's expense account as a work related expense.
The card was for a particularly high-end men's clothing store. Not one so expensive as to be graced by the same clientele as Manifesto, but maybe their most direct underlings. Or, at the very least, those underlings' underlings. Of course, the suit Enzo would be getting would be charged to Hood's expense account as a work related expense.