In The Rough

[Reeves]

Morreti was very much the sort of man who could have pandered to any depraved depths of vanity he desired. But what was perhaps most alarming was the fact that he didn't. Not an ounce of credit for any of the progress made, not a single flattering poster where his face could have covered buildings, and perhaps most curious were the number of people that hadn't heard of his real name let alone looked him in the eyes. For a man of his position, he worked quietly, leading from the front in utter isolation from the allure of self importance. A bit of an anarchist. And that notion quantified volumes about who he was as a person.

As an elected official, Morreti occupied an office reserved for his station. It was a well circulated rumor that he rarely graced it and seemed more of an opponent to such boring concepts. But at least for when Siobhan had come back into the fold, he was in his chair already waiting.

He was too clean, too smooth, well groomed and well dressed to be the image of what people thought when they heard the word Xeno. All of this was immediately apparent from first glances. Rising to his feet the moment he'd heard the door. He came to her and didn't expect to be approached. Intending to treat the formerly absent Luminary like an equal. "Siobhan. I really hope I'm saying that correctly. I've been looking forward to meeting you." His bright blue eyes looked over her face almost appraisingly. Had he expected her to be taller? Possibly. Still, the undeniable sharpness that good genes had blessed him with in terms of features seemed to be at odds with a remarkable aura of amorality. His words soon followed up by an outstretched hand, the offer of a respectful handshake.

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