“These are all the kills for today?” Max asked.
Max, short of Maximus, was olive skinned, brown-eyed, and dark haired man that embodied traits from Roman statues left over from the Antiquities. His Latin accent was ever-present and entirely authentic, at least for any child born in the city of Romulus and Remus.
What he lacked in height he made up in attitude and bravado. Max had been concierge at The Grand for over a century now, looking after guests and their exacting needs. It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it, besides he was richly rewarded.
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