Saito waved a hand, muttering an affirmative. He glanced up when Cobb entered the room, not saying anything, preferring a silent nod in greeting.
Cobb, as far as men went, was not much to look at. An average man in every aspect of himself and every meaning of the word. His slight nervousness and overtly charming nature did nothing to settle Saito, and in fact unnerved him. Yes, upon first glance, Dominic Cobb was entirely unassuming.
Saito wasn't buying it for a second. He knit his fingers together, leaning across his desk. "Please, Mr. Cobb, take a seat. We have much to discuss."
He gestured to the only chair in the room, taking in every fidget and nervous tic. If Mr. Cobb's self-proclaimed greatness was intimidated by this job, then he had no doubt he was headed in the right direction.
"They tell me you can accomplish "inception."" Saito leant into his hands, waiting patiently for Cobb's answer. He tried not to appear too eager, but he was certain it bled through his voice. It was difficult not to be excited, with such an opportunity laid at his feet.
"They say inception can't be accomplished at all."
He thought on that for a beat, scratching his beard as he regarded the other man. "I need you to accomplish it." His eyes spoke challenge, the ghost of a smile egging Cobb on. And while the hush that fell over the room spoke volumes to Cobb's mental state, it was a good omen for Mr. Saito.
What Saito wanted, Saito got, no matter the price tag.
Saito || Inception 4/4
"Sir, a Dominic Cobb is here to see you."
Saito waved a hand, muttering an affirmative. He glanced up when Cobb entered the room, not saying anything, preferring a silent nod in greeting.
Cobb, as far as men went, was not much to look at. An average man in every aspect of himself and every meaning of the word. His slight nervousness and overtly charming nature did nothing to settle Saito, and in fact unnerved him. Yes, upon first glance, Dominic Cobb was entirely unassuming.
Saito wasn't buying it for a second. He knit his fingers together, leaning across his desk. "Please, Mr. Cobb, take a seat. We have much to discuss."
He gestured to the only chair in the room, taking in every fidget and nervous tic. If Mr. Cobb's self-proclaimed greatness was intimidated by this job, then he had no doubt he was headed in the right direction.
"They tell me you can accomplish "inception."" Saito leant into his hands, waiting patiently for Cobb's answer. He tried not to appear too eager, but he was certain it bled through his voice. It was difficult not to be excited, with such an opportunity laid at his feet.
"They say inception can't be accomplished at all."
He thought on that for a beat, scratching his beard as he regarded the other man. "I need you to accomplish it." His eyes spoke challenge, the ghost of a smile egging Cobb on. And while the hush that fell over the room spoke volumes to Cobb's mental state, it was a good omen for Mr. Saito.
What Saito wanted, Saito got, no matter the price tag.