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Berty Borr
Lord Borr bowed again. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Jones." He waved that any of the seats would do. Lord Borr didn't fret over such trivial things as seating and he liked a man that was decisive and knew where he wanted to sit. Lord Borr would work on that with this one.
"You have great potential, Mr. Jones. Are you aware?" Lord Borr offered the young man a cookie from his private Miss Melita basket. The crumbs from the little pieces of heaven peppered all over the front of Lord Borr's dress shirt.
Will took a cookie -- they looked
delicious-- and sat on one of the large leather couches, being careful not to drop any crumbs or make a mess.
"I certainly hope so, sir. It is my ambition to be on the Wizengamot someday. Perhaps under the tutelage of fine instructors like yourself, I may in fact reach my goal." He took a small bite of cookie. Truly delicious, indeed. He swallowed.