@asphyxiiate
Neel was a man built on good impressions. Each business arrangement was graced with a winning smile. Each meeting beginning and ending with a firm, professional handshake. Each outing spoiled with pleasantries rarely resisted. He aimed to pleased... But not for their sake. No, Neel was the cunning fox, smiling wide and teeth at the ready. He played his role, dressed and talked the part, until he knew he had them in the palm of his hand, free to mould as he saw fit.
Neel was a man fuelled by selfishness, soaked in greed.
When he invited Moe to a fine, quiet, gourmet dinner, it was not a congratulatory event, an induction into Puzzles, as he had told her, but a lure, a lure to keep her tethered to him and to the company. Her ‘talents’ were sure to bring in the money he needed and he wouldn’t be so quick to let that go.
“---Wine?” Neel asked. The waiter appeared on command at their table, a bottle ready to be poured.
