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"Y-you're President Shinra," the young woman at the reception asks.
A broad-shouldered man with a beard and exacting eyes—though somehow hidden. "I am," the tall, broad man says. His answer is clipped, but confident. He tilts his chin up just slightly, like he's sizing her up or deciding whether to incite his power over her, which could get her fired from working at this 5-star hotel.
"Welcome, sir!" Oh God, did she just question him? Is she about to lose her job? She stutters and stumbles over her gestes and phrases of a greeting. The President's bodyguard snatches the keys to the Executive Suite from her, and they walk away to the elevator.
Just out of sight from the front desk, Reno slaps Rude on the back. Rude stifles a grunt. "Pfft!" The redhead's sharp grin stretches wide, all fox-like mischief. "Yo, told ya it was gonna work."