"You must, Fred, do not break me again."

"Ok, then Star Restaurant, be there or be square."

"You have my world." The dean responded, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He didn’t know what it is, but it’s weird.

Probably it’s because he’s too obedient recently, and did not invite that kinks of dinner party.

The dean thought so, and found a reason to console himself.

The Star Restaurant is not far from where Fred lives, so Fred arrived soon. After giving a few brief instructions to the waiter and the receptionist, he began to look through the menu one by one.

Fred thought...