"And they would be right." He isn't smiling as he comes around from behind his desk to greet his new appointment and possible client, but there is a bit of a twist to the corners of his lips that softens a face that could otherwise appear quite stern.
Marcus Flynn has always been a sharp dresser. He's changed much over the years, as age will do to anyone. But even though there are lines and wrinkles on his face and even though his hair has turned a steely gray, his sense of style is not in the least diminished. From his polished shoes, his three-piece gray suit, to tie and haircut, his attire is just about flawless and he looks every bit the successful lawyer that he is.
He doesn't show it, being so discreet, but he gives this lady a extra and speculative glance as he extends his hand in greeting. She looks familiar to him, somehow. "Marcus Flynn. How do you do?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2017-07-30 10:11 pm (UTC)Marcus Flynn has always been a sharp dresser. He's changed much over the years, as age will do to anyone. But even though there are lines and wrinkles on his face and even though his hair has turned a steely gray, his sense of style is not in the least diminished. From his polished shoes, his three-piece gray suit, to tie and haircut, his attire is just about flawless and he looks every bit the successful lawyer that he is.
He doesn't show it, being so discreet, but he gives this lady a extra and speculative glance as he extends his hand in greeting. She looks familiar to him, somehow. "Marcus Flynn. How do you do?"