SHIRO
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Remoto," I shook hands with the tall man with a long beard. He was wearing a formal suit and, in my estimate, was probably in his fifties or sixties.
Or maybe older. My guess could be wrong. Asian genes give that vibe.
I watched the man belt out a hearty laugh while he sipped from the wine glass that had sat idly in front of him for a while.
The restaurant was fancy. And it didn't matter how much it cost compared to the billions I would earn from this deal to have it closed off from the general public tonight.
"You flatter me, Shiro. It is my pleasure to do business with you. You have no idea how long I had been waiting to have this opportunity. You are not an easy man to find."
It was my turn to chuckle.
"I try to keep myself unspotted. Or, everyone will try to flock to get a hand on what I'm making."
"Well, who wouldn't want to? A gun made by you is worth a thousand others."
