Chris waved at the front door, as though bidding the other man to take his leave. He was five seconds away from plugging his nose.
"By all means, please, don't let us make you late," he replied. Between the smell and the cats, he completely believed Stephan's easy sabotage of this man's entrance into the building; even if the concierge hadn't said anything, it was clear that this Brent would have surely done himself a disservice simply though his presence.
Chris turned to Nish, muttering under his breath. "He's gotta be a garbageman or something, I can't imagine what else would hire him. How can he afford to live here?!"