Art was indeed surprised by Charger's cheerful greeting. He almost suspected that it wasn't really Charger. But his eyes told him otherwise - if this wasn't Charger, it was probably the best disguise Art would ever see.
"I just need to talk to Arthur for a moment. Could you maybe wait out in the hallway? Or in that bathroom over there? Just for a moment?"
Art had to think. Didn't Charger usually call him Art? It never occured to him until just now. Charger had started calling him Art for short, mostly to be a smart ass and not to signify friendship. Arthur was pretty much what people called him on a professional basis, if he wasn't D'Angelo. Needless to say, Art's suspicion grew.
When Charger asked Art to close the door on Kaira, he was beginning to panic in his head. Gotta stay cool, he thought. Can't afford to slip. Don't know what to expect.
He closed the door behind him, cool as a cucumber. "Okay, Charger, what do you need?"
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