The Deal

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Robin Twist wipes the tiny beads of sweat off his brow. Darn it, to be outside in this god forsaken weather. He quickly walked to the tiny Irish pub in the corner, away from the heat.

Another day, another failure. He was fresh from the hotel that he'd been interviewing possible condidates. This was probably the millionth time he met potential men and women that he wants to introduce to his son. And yet every single one of them never failed to amazed him. 

It's true then what they say, all the good ones are taken. 

The first person on the list was a successful model. She was tall and tan with the loveliest blonde hair that fell to her waist. Her name was Gigi or something and she came from a wealthy family. But sitting down with her and hear her speak, Robin knew it was over when she rudely declined the tea because it contained 'gluten'. 

Idiot. 

The next person on the list was so bloody brilliant, it made the first girl seemed like a saint. 

The retired businessman swore he never met a man more conceited and self-absorbed in his life. The second lad constantly bragged about his vast wealth and how men and women practically kiss the floor he steps on. 

Robin wanted to punch him so much. 

The third person on the list was an elderly women, not older than in her forties. Robin knew his son was not a specific type of person, so who knows. A minute with her and Robin wanted to kick her out of the restaurant. She was those women who preyed on young and rich men, those women who could show them the 'finer' side of life. What a cunt! 

After interviewing six people, Robin was done for the day. He convinced himself that he deserved a drink or two. Sure Anne would disagree, but hey, what she dosen't know, won't kill her. He told his driver to drive him to his favourite watering hole. 

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Horan's Pub. 

"Good afternoon Mr. Twist!" greeted the familiar Irish accent. 

"Good afternoon there Niall!" 

Robin made his way to the counter with a large smile on his wrinkled face. He loves being in this pub. This has got to be his favourite place other than his lovely manor. It always made him feel warm and there was always plenty of splendid company. It wasn't those modern and chic Irish pubs scattered around London with ridiculously high prices, it was just a regular old school Irish pub. Something old and retired Englishmen would love to go. 

"The regular eh Mr. Twist?" asked Niall.