Fox was on the phone with someone, saying something about how last auction went great and that he needs a new “product”. “Wait…” he mumbles, “…I’ll call you back.” His attention is entirely on you; its no doubt he recognized you. After all, your bandaged arm makes you stick out like a sore thumb. “Interesting” he thinks to himself

“Excuse me…” You feel a hand gently grasp your shoulder as you look up to see the man. “May I take a seat?” He asks, gesturing to the empty chair beside you