A Definite Upgrade

I stared at the man before me, the Recruiter. He was nothing like what I remembered in my past life. Oh sure, I knew that it was him. Same age, same name, same look, but I had to ask myself just how drunk I was in my past life ever to think that he was even remotely attractive.

His short black hair, styled impeccably, was clearly the result of box dye, and I could see just how soft his hands were. This man had clearly led an easy life before the end of the world and knew exactly how to ensure that he lived an easy life at the end of it, too. 

He was at least half a foot shorter than any of my guys, and his slim build, although attractive enough to some, was definitely not my cup of tea. Even dressed as immaculately as he was in his three-piece suit and tie, he was nowhere near my men in terms of looks or presence. It looked like I upgraded in terms of men, too, not just power. 

"What do you want?" I demanded, no longer as fearful about the man as I was before.