Daniel had been waiting for quite some time before the man in charge seemed to even notice his presence.
To get his attention, Rachel had to cough conspicuously, "Ahem!"
At that, the man finally looked up, adjusting his slipping glasses and squinting at Daniel, "So, you're the Daniel?"
With a nod, Daniel confirmed.
"You're pretty remarkable, you know. Not many can get under Benjamin Taylor's skin at such a young age," the man, seeming a bit odd, remarked.
"My name's Frankie Martin. I run things around here."
Rachel, who was standing off to the side, shot Daniel an intrigued look at this revelation.
Impressive folks always have a way of catching a lady's eye.
"As I said, I'm Frankie Martin," the man continued. "Now, show me what you've brought."
Daniel stepped forward, placing his briefcase on the table.
Frankie eyed the briefcase, his nose wrinkling in distaste, "Why does it smell like you dropped it in a toilet?"
Daniel was slightly taken aback.
