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Ah, Mr. Isaacs.
"Good morning, sir," he greeted and he nodded formally, "It is, yes." It wasn't cut, but no one had to know that part.
Coffee? "Thank you, sir. I'll pass." He was as awake as he would get, and he was used to Brazilian coffee. This one was blegh.
Oh. Wasn't that a pretty girl, now? Joćo chuckled dryly mentally. "Joćo Neves," he replied, "old PA." So, they would be working together too. Good to know. He needed friends. He had been lonely for too long. Her eager manner annoyed him a little, but he'd let her do the boring stuff.
Ah. "Mr. McMillan." He nodded at him too. "Haircut, yes." He would have smiled, but he didn't want to offend the man, because it would look forced. He certainly wasn't the happiest soul in the room, but he would be the most hardworking.
"Ms. Stephens." Another potential friend. Joćo mentally scolded himself. "Joćo Neves, minister's assitant." Nice to meet you.
Ah, another pretty woman. Well, this was splendid. Joćo wanted to be friends with all of them. He shook her hand and smiled a little.
"We haven't, no. I'm Joćo Neves."
Now, the meeting?
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