[Those women hadn't gone unnoticed, naturally, and were it any other time Jeff would be over there with them or sending looks straight back at them while pretending to be some sort of brooding loner. It's a tactic that's worked in the past. Chicks love the mystery of it all, or so he assumes. Maybe later he could try his luck with some of them, but for now he's got a meeting to attend to and Chilton is dead on time.]
Mr. Chilton.
[That sombre nod from a moment ago transforms into a welcoming smile, creasing at the corners of his eyes with just a little too much mischief.]
Okay, you caught me. Balvenie, seventeen years. Amazing.
[He stands to offer out a hand, hospitable because making friends was just like persuading clients to give you all their money, right?]
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Mr. Chilton.
[That sombre nod from a moment ago transforms into a welcoming smile, creasing at the corners of his eyes with just a little too much mischief.]
Okay, you caught me. Balvenie, seventeen years. Amazing.
[He stands to offer out a hand, hospitable because making friends was just like persuading clients to give you all their money, right?]
Please, sit down.