DoubleL9781
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"She'll be arriving at 7 'o clock, Lawrence. I'd appreciate it if she didn't have to wait around."
"No problem, Richard. Does she know I'm picking her up and watching her?"
"No, I couldn't get in touch with her before she got on the plane, but just tell her who you are. I've told her enough about you, and if there's a problem, have her phone me."
Recalling the conversation he had had with his business partner, Lawrence (Larry for his friends, especially of the female variety) glanced up from where he leaned against the pillar, waiting for Richard's daughter to arrive. He and his wife had to leave on some urgent trip or something (honestly, he was sure it was some kind of jet-set thing for their old clique that he was glad he wasn't a part of yet) so he'd offered to come pick up their daughter, just coming back from her first semester at college.
Only 27 years old, Larry looked more like a rugged ranch-hand in his faded jeans and blue shirt than the slighly aggressive businessman his competitors had come to know him as. Fairly handsome, he was well-tanned and kept himself in shape so that it showed whether he was dressed casually as it was now or in one of his finely-tailored suits that he wore to business meetings.
He looked up to see several passengers coming out the terminal, his slightly icy dark blue eyes scanning through the crowd for a girl bearing the description of Richard's daughter. Finally, he spotted her, and absently ran a hand through his untidy mop of dark brown hair before waving to draw her attention.
"No problem, Richard. Does she know I'm picking her up and watching her?"
"No, I couldn't get in touch with her before she got on the plane, but just tell her who you are. I've told her enough about you, and if there's a problem, have her phone me."
Recalling the conversation he had had with his business partner, Lawrence (Larry for his friends, especially of the female variety) glanced up from where he leaned against the pillar, waiting for Richard's daughter to arrive. He and his wife had to leave on some urgent trip or something (honestly, he was sure it was some kind of jet-set thing for their old clique that he was glad he wasn't a part of yet) so he'd offered to come pick up their daughter, just coming back from her first semester at college.
Only 27 years old, Larry looked more like a rugged ranch-hand in his faded jeans and blue shirt than the slighly aggressive businessman his competitors had come to know him as. Fairly handsome, he was well-tanned and kept himself in shape so that it showed whether he was dressed casually as it was now or in one of his finely-tailored suits that he wore to business meetings.
He looked up to see several passengers coming out the terminal, his slightly icy dark blue eyes scanning through the crowd for a girl bearing the description of Richard's daughter. Finally, he spotted her, and absently ran a hand through his untidy mop of dark brown hair before waving to draw her attention.