The Buyers

Mr. Mario stepped into the faintly lit office of the slave foundation, his face scratched with a combination of expectation and disquiet. Mr. Old Face, the heavy owner of the foundation, gazed upward from his papers with a wide smile that extended his endured highlights into something looking like jauntiness.

"Ok, Mr. Mario! What an unexpected, yet wonderful treat," Mr. Old Face shouted, his voice slick with faked excitement.

Mr. Mario's appearance stayed unemotional as he answered, "I want to say something very similar, Mr. Old Face."

Old Face laughed, his affableness not faltering the least bit. " Directly to business, I see. How might I help you today?"

"I've come for data," Mr. Mario expressed gruffly, his penetrating look locking onto Old Face's.

Old Face's grin faltered somewhat, however he immediately recuperated. " Obviously, obviously! I'm at your beck and call."

Mr. Mario's look bore into him. " There was a red-haired young lady that I offered to you as of late. I need to kno