“Why, yes I am. So nice to meet you.” She affected a southern accent, which usually lulled people into thinking she was nice. “Can we turn this image off?”
“This is my partner, Ruyan Wexted, of Wexted, Hwan, and Chelo,” Juna said. She motioned to the man sitting at the table, who got up and reached over for a handshake. He was tall with a potato-shaped face, receding hairline, and a quiet confidence that made him attractive. Thia exchanged pleasantries, letting her hand linger in his a second longer than necessary. He didn’t seem in a hurry to let go.
She turned to meet the other man, who stood on the opposite side of the table. He had café au lait skin and shoulder-length dreadlocks, quite easy on the eye. If it weren’t for the skank in the grey suit, she’d have been in hog heaven.
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