The portly man froze, his eyes widening momentarily before he has hastily composed himself , adopting a fawning grin. "Mr. Wade, to what do I owe the pleasure of you visit today."
Oblivious to the altercation involving the scar-faced man nearby, he scurried over to Collin, bowing deeply, his tone oozing exaggerated deference. "Mr. Wade, it's quite chilly out here.. Perhaps we could discuss matter indoors?"
Collin casually shoved his hands into his coat pockets, his posture radiating undisguised arrogance. "My concerns is the orphanage on the surburban lot."
A shadow of dismay passed over the portly man's face as the unresolved issue of the orphanage loomed back into focus, and Collin was evidently here to press for answers.
Casting a sharp, frustated glance at the scar-faced man, he hastily assured, " Mr. Wade, rest assured, we'll handle that situation promptly. You won't have to concerns yourself with it further."
