Chapter 6 Uncanny Resemblance

• Dante's POV
• "Good morning Mr Mali," I said, still sitting, not even giving a shit about what he might think or how he would feel, "to what do I owe this August visit?"
• "Good morning Dan…. Oh, Mr Davis. I'm sure Galinda must've informed you that you'll be training under me," he said, looking as dashing as a character out of a fictional book, his hair neatly tucked, his suit nicely worn, with the bridges as straight as the owner.