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"Good day, everyone." The dashing father of two sashayed inside the lobby, looking dapper as his usual in his three piece suit. He gave everyone his signature grin, and naturally gravitated towards the boxes of pizza. If he knew that this was going to be a pizza party sans the official meeting of some sort, he would've toned down his fashion statement. But then again, what kind of immigration consultant would be in a simple shirt and jeans, right?
After sniffing out the pizza, he stepped back and waited for the others to arrive. It would be rude to break into the food without the others, that he knew well enough. It was a pet peeve after all. Now...what about the occasion? Is it some sort of...team building? Ryden stood beside the reception desk and leaning and placing a folded arm on it oh so casually, and low-key regarded everyone. He then wagered among the women in the group who would consume the most pizza slices. It was a natural thing to do while waiting, yeah?
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