Corporate Lobby

[Vogel]

"Uh, wh- Vodka Martini..." Hayes muttered, a bit dismayed.

Then he reconsidered.

"Shaken!" he said cheerfully, pointed finger and wink both for good measure.

Immediately after, he turned his head and allowed himself a look of consternation; he sure liked his own robot a lot better.

Coming back around, he caught sight of a man approaching the stool next to him. Thankfully it was really a man this time, although the equipment strewn about his head and waistline planted seeds of doubt.

Hayes took the appropriate seat and waited for his visitor to arrive, then returned a nice, firm handshake when prompted. Business smile was a given.

"Evening, Mister Vinscent," he started, "The name's Gerald Hayes..."

A corporate hound. Within seconds of entry, too.

"...independent businessman," Hayes concluded, adding bait to the hook.

Start off casual. Compliment the company, not that it didn't compliment itself enough.

"Very nice operation you have, here. Pretty streamlined..."

Streamlined?

Well, it was the only adjective he was honest enough to use. He could think of worse.