02-05-2018, 09:41 PM
Jet waited for the woman at the desk to lead him into Beto’s office. She smiled up at him.
“Attorney Alvarez will see you now, Mr. Terrones.”
She hesitated a moment when he only nodded, apparently hoping he would say she should call him Jet. He’d seen that look of disappointment so many times that he could look at it now impassively, though it had hurt when he was younger. He’d learned the hard way that allowing people too much familiarity with him was giving them power over him. Star status all too often had unexpected drawbacks and surprisingly few perks. But you couldn’t convince the masses of that. So he just remained aloof.
The woman finally got the hint, and her smile changing from genuine to “professional” led the way down the short corridor to the door of Beto’s office. She opened the door and said, “Mr. Terrones here to see you.”
Jet nodded and then smiled at her as he stepped into the office.
“Thank you.”
She smiled politely and reached back in and shut the door on them. Jet looked at this cousin for a moment, sitting behind his desk and then glanced around the room.
"Very nice. Imposing. Not that you care what I think, but it suits you."
Jet said as he ambled across the room towards Beto, looking about curiously.
He had never been to Beto’s office. Cousins though they were, they weren’t particularly close. Beto never let anyone get too close. It was something Jet actually liked about him. No expectations.
Jet was particularly impressed by the wall of books rising up behind the man. He took a quick moment to take them in - the bindings, the scent of them, the ponderous responsibility exuding from them. Beto oozed authority and competence from his pores. But the books – those gave him a gravitas all his serious intelligence couldn't quite gain him on his own.
Jet knew his cousin didn’t like small talk and so threw Mara’s letter down on the blotter. “Can you introduce me to someone with the authority to get a girl out of a sanatorium in Russia?”
Edited by Jet, Feb 5 2018, 09:43 PM.
“Attorney Alvarez will see you now, Mr. Terrones.”
She hesitated a moment when he only nodded, apparently hoping he would say she should call him Jet. He’d seen that look of disappointment so many times that he could look at it now impassively, though it had hurt when he was younger. He’d learned the hard way that allowing people too much familiarity with him was giving them power over him. Star status all too often had unexpected drawbacks and surprisingly few perks. But you couldn’t convince the masses of that. So he just remained aloof.
The woman finally got the hint, and her smile changing from genuine to “professional” led the way down the short corridor to the door of Beto’s office. She opened the door and said, “Mr. Terrones here to see you.”
Jet nodded and then smiled at her as he stepped into the office.
“Thank you.”
She smiled politely and reached back in and shut the door on them. Jet looked at this cousin for a moment, sitting behind his desk and then glanced around the room.
"Very nice. Imposing. Not that you care what I think, but it suits you."
Jet said as he ambled across the room towards Beto, looking about curiously.
He had never been to Beto’s office. Cousins though they were, they weren’t particularly close. Beto never let anyone get too close. It was something Jet actually liked about him. No expectations.
Jet was particularly impressed by the wall of books rising up behind the man. He took a quick moment to take them in - the bindings, the scent of them, the ponderous responsibility exuding from them. Beto oozed authority and competence from his pores. But the books – those gave him a gravitas all his serious intelligence couldn't quite gain him on his own.
Jet knew his cousin didn’t like small talk and so threw Mara’s letter down on the blotter. “Can you introduce me to someone with the authority to get a girl out of a sanatorium in Russia?”
Edited by Jet, Feb 5 2018, 09:43 PM.