What!? That was it? Meeting over! Merlin's beard. Nathan hadn't felt so lost in all his life. Watching Getti abruptly leave following that orange brash fellow who smelled like a perfumery, he sat forward and rubbed his eyes with both hands, groaning inwardly. He'd ever met such a bunch of odd bods in all his life. ...Rude odd, not the lovable sort of odd you would find wrapped in newspaper huddled in the doorway of KFC.

He looked at the lap dog as he addressed his wife with such utter disrespect, his eyebrows raising as he watched her exit the room. “With respect, mate.” He said looking back at the photographer. “I would prefer it if you didn't speak to my wife that way.”

He stood up and shook his legs to try and wake up his bum a bit before he headed back out into the office. What in blue blazes had he let himself in for coming to work here with these poor examples of human kind!? GAH!