Convincing A Hidden Legend

(Please pardon this repeat chapter. It will be erased and replaced with a new one soon).

In the same building where a loss was being handled with heavy hearts, high up into the exclusive floors, a very important meeting was taking place.

Silrat had managed to catch Alaris with a bit of free time and right now, he was making a very unexpected plea.

"It's hardly been a month, hasn't it? What makes you think Festos already requires a re-evaluation?" Alaris asked curiously.

His topaz blue eyes had an inquisitive sheen about them that made them seem like a sea in the night, his handlebar moustache crafted entirely of caramel coloured hairs exposing wisps of wisdom that made Silrat all the more nervous about the results to what he was requesting.

The two sat on a bench opposite the ever-present cubicle of Rist, the receptionist to all executives and other special persons beginning from this floor.