01-13-2015, 11:24 PM
White remained quiet as the two went their separate ways, following Enzo into the men's portion of the store to finish getting sized. One of the staff brought him a loaner shirt and jacket; they weren't near the quality usually offered by Imperial Tailors, but they were fairly well sized to his build and fit well enough to get him through the day.
That done, much of their time while Enzo was being sized and making his choices of attire and style was spent going over the contents of the file White had give him. The man didn't need to master the information, but enough that he neither pissed off nor drew the attention of anyone of particular note that may have been encountered there. The last thing the Atharim needed was some airheaded CCD princess getting infatuated with the 'boarish, provincial frenchman' and having her people try to hunt the man down.
Once the work was complete, he followed Enzo back out to the main room, adopting his role as bodyguard, and would hang back to allow the two a chance to converse on their way back to the hotel. He of course explained his reasoning to Enzo. The man was a bit stiff around the collar, and an opportunity to rub elbows with a rich-and-famous would help ease the man into the idea of fitting in at Manifesto. Not that Emily seemed much a match for the sorts of rich twits that haunted that ridiculous place.
That done, much of their time while Enzo was being sized and making his choices of attire and style was spent going over the contents of the file White had give him. The man didn't need to master the information, but enough that he neither pissed off nor drew the attention of anyone of particular note that may have been encountered there. The last thing the Atharim needed was some airheaded CCD princess getting infatuated with the 'boarish, provincial frenchman' and having her people try to hunt the man down.
Once the work was complete, he followed Enzo back out to the main room, adopting his role as bodyguard, and would hang back to allow the two a chance to converse on their way back to the hotel. He of course explained his reasoning to Enzo. The man was a bit stiff around the collar, and an opportunity to rub elbows with a rich-and-famous would help ease the man into the idea of fitting in at Manifesto. Not that Emily seemed much a match for the sorts of rich twits that haunted that ridiculous place.