Jeremy lazily stepped into the room. He was dressed in a black suit and matching pants with a cigar in his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and spoke casually.

"Mr. Scott, have I kept you waiting? I had something to do before on my way here, so I had to make you wait. However, since you're asking for my help, I didn't think you'd mind."

Wilson followed closely behind, his body was shaking and he almost laughed out loud.

God d*mn, he hadn't seen his boss act like such a snob for so long. Even he was a little surprised by this.

"So long as you're here, I don't mind."...