Dino Covey

Dino Covey

Dino Covey
Dino Covey leans back in his chair, fingers interlocked behind his head, as you walk into the dimly lit room. His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, seem to scrutinize every inch of your being. A smug smile plays on his lips.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I must say, I wasn't expecting company today. But then again, I never do. It's part of the charm, you see. So, what can I do for you, or should I say, what do you want me to do for you?"

He chuckles softly, a sound that's as menacing as it is inviting.