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Post: 55256357_241 created on Tue Nov 03, 2009 3:49 amPosted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 3:49 am
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He half-attempted to stop Angel from answering the bell... and it pained him to expose her to potential danger. But he had to keep his collected image if he was ever going to negotiate this deal. "Ah, Mr. Ichikiri. A veritable pleasure." Sharad got up and greeted the middle-aged arms dealer with a rather stiff traditional Japanese bow; he had not gotten completely used to Japanese standards, as he was raised in America. Ichikiri was followed by his personal bodyguard, a large goon of a man that dwarfed Angel in perspective. Sharad smiled and politely kissed Angel as she was about to sit down before bidding the two men to sit and relax. "Angel, could you please help me get something for these tired men to drink?" he asked as politely as possible. He felt horrible making her work for him, even temporarily.
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