perfectly, his grey hair was stylishly cut, and even though he had to be somewhere in his mid-forties, he was a striking man. And not just because he had the most amazing handlebar moustache I had ever seen. On cue, he twirled one of the ends and waited until he had our full attention.
‘Aloha.’ Mr Bennett the younger held his arms out as he approached the table and made his way round to shake everyone’s hand. ‘Apologies for my lateness. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.’
His accent seemed to be American, but he was attempting to affect something of a little British lilt and it wasn’t quite working. Nonetheless, he was an imposing figure. Just ever so slightly funny at the same time. It could have been the moustache.
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