Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now The heavy scent of perfume mingled with an almost nostril burning stench of alcohol invaded the conference room. Unable to control himself, Ian Hoshino let out a loud sneeze not before he could insert a large hand into his robes and pull out a handkerchief.
Gently squeezing at his nose with it, the man of mixed heritage gazed at the--woman, yes, for it was a woman--scrubbing the table.
In the middle of a meeting.
A new female employee(?). Scrubbing their long used and traditional of the Prophet table. During a meeting.
He sent a pleading look at Enrico, hoping that he would take care of this mess. Clearly, the man on the first floor had sent this one their way as well? A little smirk invaded his face as he shoved the handkerchief into an inside pocket. There was French in the air--in a matter of speaking. En Charge.
Nodding at Enrico, Ian scoffed. "That would be the man you're looking for." |