Sam was about to reply but a figure entered the bar, quite tall, very thin and so straight backed it looked like someone had shoved a broom up his ass.
Which they might have done seeing as he appeard to have a moustache that actually appeared to be a broom head. It ever twitched as the man looked at the barman, whoh quickly slinked away to get on with something completely different.
Mr. Bates, dressed in a clean brown suit, bright white shirt under the jacket and brown tie, returned his gaze to Nathan.
"Mr. Fang, I presume? I am Mr. Bates, manager of the Four Seasons." He doesn't extend a hand, both of which are clasped at his lower back.