Gerard's assistant came in the room. "Sir, mr. Astor is here. He is waiting for you in the lounge."<br/>Gerard turned from the article he was writing, his hair was a mess, although it was bearly an hour since he last comb it. His eyes were cheerful and shining from behind his glasses. "Thank you, William. Can you please tell him to get comfortable? I'll be there in a minute. Could you also ask Mr. Smith to make some tea? Out guest have made a long way to here, he's probably tired and thirsty."<br/>The assistant nodded with a smile and walked outside the room. Gerard wrote the final sentence, laid the pencil and stood up.<br/><br/>He was a rather dwarf man. He was about 5'6 inches tall and about 160Ibs. His hair was messy and black, his eyes were hazelish and mostly cheerful. He had no wife or kids althought the age of 36 years. He wore a fair, black jeans and a black tee. Nothing special, but there was something special about the little man that made others like him, or hate him, immediately: his passion towards his job.<br/><br/>As he entered the room, he was smiling. The new bodyguard looked nice and decent, he offered his hand for a shake and then sat up Infront of the other man.<br/><br/>"How was your ride to here?" He asked politely, a bit of a british accent rolling through his words. "It's a nice weather outside but if I remember right... Your house is in the city itself, isn't it? It must be a little rough, driving to here."<br/><br/>His house was located in the outskirts of the city, isolated from other houses and protected by metal gates. It was a necessary step in keeping Gerard's privacy and security, and the plump man did not complain about social isolation, for he was never really a social man.