Seeking to hide the remainder of his face, Kon slid the red scarf from the armour he had gotten rid of over his mouth and onto his nose. As he did so, he was approached by man of a slim build, fairly tall dressed in a rather tattered up suit and donning a fedora who spoke to him directly whilst pulling out a wax stamped letter from his ratty blazer. “You look like someone who’s in need, here take this my boss wanted your help and then he’ll help you out the best he can in your situation.” Confused about who this man and his boss were he and just how that man knew that it was him.
Grabbing the letter from the man who let go without hesitation, he flicked it open and read it with slight difficulty, whoever had wrote it didn’t have the great education with numerous spelling mistakes and the occasional use of inappropriate words for a sentence. Fortunately for him all that really mattered in the letter itself was the location of the man and the client who was after him, Dex Miller who proudly placed his name down the bottom of the letter along with numerous titles which were likely made up to fill his ego.
Shaking his head in irritation, he spoke to the man who was still there with him. “So Dex miller needs me to do something for him, I wouldn’t need too much explanation if I could bloody read his writing.” The man nodded in agreement. “I have to agree with you on that one, I said I could write it for him but he insisted, I’ll take you to him so you can talk to him about the job he wants you to do for him.”
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