Mission 101

Dawson Capentrano walked into the building briskly with high shoulders, stamping his toes on the rugged floor of the lighted room at the gallow’s last floor.

He seemed to be conscious of his surroundings as he patiently observed his environment and, maintaining his bold composure, he reached the reception and himself comfortable on the sofa close to the door, watching the entrance.

He beckoned to the receptionist and requested a cocktail drink. The receptionist went ahead to get a waiter to attend to his needs, but felt bothered... she went ahead to ask him if he was waiting for some;

“Sir, are you waiting to see someone?

Not really! He retorted! Just get me my drink. He said firmly, without gazing at her.

The waitress returned to her post but murmured some words to her colleague, who left the post counter, and went inside the third wing door.

Shortly, a smart young short man came out….

Who are you sir and how can I be of help, the young short man that seemed to be the manager asked.

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