This young man knew how to make a solid contract. I think he might be a useful Aide. If he knows that he'd move masters. He can't quit or retire. He has a 22 hour a day contract, giving him not much free time. Period.
I gave him a grand room. He's human. That'll weigh him down later.
I continue with my work in peace yet when my aide comes back in fresh clothes it's a whole show. He does his job grandly. "Child sign here, just your name"
"I don't have a name, sir"
"Mn?"
"I don't have a name, sir"
"I heard you first time" he goes silent "From now on you're called...Rynn"
"yes sir"
He signs RynnJackson I'm pleased "Off you pop. Before it's the end of the rush hour. The papers won't sort it's self.
Rynn, the name of the year. It's perfect for this young man. Yet he seems too skinny for my liking.
Rynn, Rynn, Rynn Jackson.
Imagine if he had my last name. Rynn Riley nice ring to it.
Rynn is based in our office. He's pretty much the manager. I watch him talk with others. He's getting slightly irritated. I feel like this is going to go down hill. But with a fashionable sense to it.