His parents hadn’t hired me because they hated their son,
far from it. It’s just that he was so socially inept, they were worried that
once they died, some floozy would come along and play him for all of his
inherited money.
So I became his ‘friend’, and began to drag him from his multi-sided
dice to meet people and, you know, gain actual social skills.
It was hard work, but I eventually got him to come with me
to a bar. Hell, he even picked up a girl!
I had to lay it out like a ‘sidequest’, but still…
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