Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-31129923-20181119100210/@comment-4059927-20181120042425

Without notification from his secretary a lone figure had waltzed in. A tall, broad shouldered man in his early fifties took shape in the doorway. He wore a pair of dark blue dress slacks that fitted nicely to his athletic physique. Up top he wore a short-sleeved silver Havanera t-shirt, and a pair of pristine aviators that, along with his gray hair slicked back neatly, gave him the appearance of some kind of egocentric movie star.

"Howdy there, Bill." The man lips swerved up in a cocky smile. "I know these sort of introductions are pointless but I'm Matthew Jones. I know you know who I am, though."

Matthew pulled the brown Ribbon-back chair around and sat down with a sort of dramatic effect. Sitting in the chair backwards and leaning back on the back two legs Matthew just sat and analyzed old man Huffman for a moment before carrying on. "How are the numbers Bill? Wait, don't answer that. I know how they're doing."