retiring soon...this will be fun
After this one, I decided it was time to retire. I’m sick of what comes through that door. He was a bastard. A cheap one at that. Everything about him smelled of NEW money. I would bet there were tags still on his underwear. I knew he would not be a good liar. You get a sense for these things. He was more of a weasel: eyes half shut, a glare, and a cheap smirk from the other side of my desk. He was used to throwing his weight around.