Meet Mr. Wallows

The sound you kept hearing over and over again was the scratch of nails being filed. The only one in the same room with you was a young woman in skintight cheetah print pants. While you waited for Mr. Wallows to arrive she was told to wait with you. She seemed mostly bored. Clearly a veteran.

Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Wallows walked in. He was unexpectedly clean cut. A handsome blue suit, short well groomed stubble. A young man, perhaps less then 30 years old.

"Sorry I'm late. I had urgent business. I tried to make it back as fast as possible." He extend his hand to you to shake. He had a good strong grip.

"No worries." You said. "So you considered what I sent you?"

You'd spoken to him extensively before hand. You'd shown her Doe's pictures and explained her desire to be sold on a short term basis. You'd included key information too. He understood the purpose of this meeting.

"I have." He nodded. You both sat down on opposite chairs. The girl who'd been with you stood up and walked out of the room. She wasn't privy to this conversation. "I must admit it's a pretty weird request. I've seen a lot of weird things in this business, but most of the time desperation is what causes it."

"Well this is still desperation. Just a different kind." You laughed.

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