Benny, grinned, pushing his cancer stick onto the ashtray, killing the fire.
He shrugged humbly.
“ Always used to say my destination was succes–
But with that achieved what could i want more?
That’s right more succes, and i’ll have my ways.’’
Benny tilted his head, smiling kindly at the woman.
‘’ But enough about me, right?’’
She tilted her head up and away from him before slowly sitting at a chair. She was never good at answering questions about herself, but how else to get on one of the chairmen’s good side than to tickle their fancy. She held her hands in her lap, her lab coat sliding down to cover her knuckles.
“Fine, I’m free for now… What can I help answer for you?”
Always so forward and formal.
A hand reached out to his glass of ‘poison’, Taking a big sip from the liquor.
He’d sense it when a person was willing to talk or not, something he learned during his many years at the Tops.
‘’ Well, your opinion about this all? If you will. ‘’