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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

After his early-morning workout and what he felt was entirely too much time pushing paper around the office, Richard was glad to get out for his brunch meeting. He'd planned ahead that morning. While his suit was still from the Row, it wasn't the more stuffy, bankerish cut he usually favored when dealing with the International Exports senior partners and local clients. And it was a bespoke suit from Savile Row.

When the hostess approached with his guest he stood and took the offered hand, careful that his handclasp was warm and professional rather than making any attempt to overpower the attractive woman. After all, with the heritage of his mother's side of the family, as well as all the training he did, he could crush most men's hands if he tried. He'd had enough businessmen try grips with him, he wasn't the sort to start the game himself, especially with a woman that, he was pleased to see, had grown up rather nicely.

"Rich, please," he said with a smile. "I can't help looking over my shoulder to see what my father is doing here when somebody calls me that." He came around to assist her with her chair. "I do appreciate your meeting with me here. Not only is the menu extremely good, any excuse to get away from the office is even better."