A3Writer: F³ What's in a Name?
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Friday, April 5, 2019

F³ What's in a Name?


The door slammed open as he strutted in with his entourage like he owned the place. He probably could’ve owned the building with what I saw in his suit alone. It was cut funny, older, and he had one of those lace scarves loosely knotted instead of a necktie. Lace peaked out from his cuffs, too, and more lace on his pocket square.

“Are you the proprietor?” he asked with an imperious sniff.
I gave a sniff, too. His perfume was thick and made up of too many flowers to pick them apart.
I gave a wordless nod, then pulled a hand away from rolling my cigarette to gesture to the chair in front of my desk.
One of the men with him quickly stepped forward and used a brush remove any dirt that might offend the man. Only when that was done did the man sit down.
“And you are?”
“You have the privilege—” said the guy on the left, stepping forward, “—of conversing with Prince Ch—”
“—Charming” the seated man interrupted. The man on the left was mollified, but then bowed his head at his apparent mistake.
Obviously the name was fake, but I didn’t believe any of my clients, anyway, so it didn’t matter. It was just something to call him.