Gantry Revisited

"We must always strive to make the world a better place for everyone," said the pompadoured preacher, unconsciously fingering his diamond pinky ring. He flashed his million-megawatt smile across the broad expanse of his immaculately appointed mahogany desk.

I had to admit the man was a charmer. Meticulously mannered, relentlessly upbeat, brimming with energy, and endlessly flattering of his listener. But I had to stay on my guard, stay objective, and not fail to ask the tough questions. Most importantly: Could he account for every last dime of the donations received for his overseas mission?

(This is another submission to the Fast Fiction Contest at Writer's Resource Center. This assignment required at least three alliterations.)