"I think I recognize this guy. He's not a contracted employee with Stellaris, is he?"
"Of course not. I brought him with me today."
"Call him in. I want to see him."
"Chester Johnson, come in," Rhona Hughes called out.
A man in a floral shirt and black shorts walked in. One look at his face and you could tell he was bad news. Wendy may not have been a beauty, but she at least looked sweet and docile. This man, however, had a menacing aura. It might have been better if he toned it down, but as it was, he just looked like a villain.
Rhona Hughes looked at Chester Johnson and said, "Aren't you going to greet Wayne?"
"Hello, Wayne."
"From now on, you'll be with me. What are you good at?"
"My family was poor when I was a kid, so I didn't get much schooling. I started practicing martial arts and worked as a bodyguard. I also ran with some big shots and hung around in their circles for a while, but then I got into some trouble and had to lay low."
