The sound of footsteps echoed in a narrow hallway, the dimly lit waiting room showed that the time was already past midnight.
"Yes, he is right over there Mr. Lowenherz, Thank you for coming. We were getting worried when no one came to pick him up."
A large Caucasian man with black hair walked toward the benches at the front of the room. The man stood at over 180 cm and wore a simple collared shirt and cargo pants. The muscles on his upper body nearly ripped apart his shirt due to their size and mass. Male pattern baldness and a stogie in his mouth completed his rough persona.
"Boy, how many times have I told you to stop telling people I am your guardian. I gave you a job cleaning toilets when you were thirteen. That was it, why do I keep having to clean up after you."
