[Suite 106 wasn't as lavish as his Baltimore domain, with its remembered soaring ceilings and neoclassical architecture, but Chilton had managed a decent replication. Turn of the century maps lined his walls in golden frames, met with anachronistic Greco-Roman inspired Renaissance art. The area was brightly lit, but heavy with cobalt blue and gold. The room breathes hungrily.
Chilton looked up, as Terry allowed himself in. He blinked one -- then the name returned to him. Terry Ward. Fascinating insinuations of fear manifestation, that's what they had discussed before. There was the stint at the high school, and he recalled that neither were motivated to motivate wayward minds. The younger man had an intensity to him, a stark and sharp demeanor -- perhaps the coping behavior of his talents.]
Mr. Ward.
[Chilton rose him his seat, smiling.]
Please, come in. You're looking well. Would you like to take a seat? There's the chair, the sedan.
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Chilton looked up, as Terry allowed himself in. He blinked one -- then the name returned to him. Terry Ward. Fascinating insinuations of fear manifestation, that's what they had discussed before. There was the stint at the high school, and he recalled that neither were motivated to motivate wayward minds. The younger man had an intensity to him, a stark and sharp demeanor -- perhaps the coping behavior of his talents.]
Mr. Ward.
[Chilton rose him his seat, smiling.]
Please, come in. You're looking well. Would you like to take a seat? There's the chair, the sedan.