3″Wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his glove, Parker squints in the sun. His sweaty top clings to his muscled back, dust smudged across his arms. Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, he turns to see someone walking in his direction across the dusty site.
Polished shoes. Designer sunglasses. A custom-tailored get up that has no business being within 50 feet of scaffolding.
Parker smirks, leaning casually on a beam. He calls out to you, You lost, suit?
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