The man turned as soon as he heard the soft noise from his assistant. His eyes took in the girl that stood next to the woman, though she may not have been displaying it he could see the beauty hidden by the simple clothing and the lack of proper makeup. All things he could take care of. He offered her a warm smile. His eyes surveying her with warmth. His face impassive.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF80">"I am Anthony Patterson, it is a pleasure to meet you miss,"</span>he trailed off as his assistant walked up to his side and whispered in his ear.<span style="font-style: italic">"Magdalene Pratt,"</span>to which he responded politely,<span style="color: #80FF80">"A yes, thank  you Sheris,"</span>before turning back to the girl. He resumed as if the interruption had never happened.<span style="color: #80FF80">"Miss Pratt. Come take a seat and let us discuss your future I really wish to hear what it is you have in mind,"</span>he indicated the large glass toped oak table set in the centre of the large spacious room.<br/><br/>He never once held out his hand or offer to hold the chair out for her he simply took his own seat. It was during this brief walk that the reason behind the fashion accessory of his cane became evident. He had pronounced lip in his left leg. This was made further evident by his stiff movements while he took his seat. Sheris had pulled out a chair for Magdalene and waited politely for her to sit.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF80">"Will you desire any refreshment during out meeting?"</span>Anthony said his voice stiff and laced with pain. However, his words were soft and polite. He was acting as though he were a perfect gentlemen. None could tell that this though was all an act while the lion behind the dark gaze calculated how best to win his prize and tie her to him in a more permanent basis. Everything in this game was a show. Finding out what was real was the tricky part. His face was a mask of kindness and understanding.