Again, that vibe. Pretending he’s not as interested as he is.
Hm. Reluctance to prove his mom right?
“They can’t force you to join, but they do want you on the team. There’s no negotiating. You’d get the same I get, pretty much, so if you’re holding back or trying to fake like you don’t want to join when you do, you’re just wasting your time and mine.”
“I’m onto you.”
“I’m not,” Chariot replied, defensive. “It’s only… this is a big deal.”
“It is. So take my card. Call me if you have any questions, or if you want me to pass on word that you’re joining the team.”
Sounds good!
Damn, Kid, you’ve done a fantastic job here.
Kid Win fished in his belt and then handed his card to the boy. Black with white lettering and his starburst-gun emblem on the back.
“Okay,” Chariot replied.
“Talk it over with your mom. Get back to us.”
“Thank you,” Chariot’s mother spoke, standing. Kid Win stood as well. He shook her hand again.
I kind of have a feeling Kid will only get halfway out the door, at most, before Chariot comes after him.
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