"Just eat," Evan Fairchild shot Jasper Rockwell a disgusted look.
Jasper Rockwell obediently resumed eating, only to stop again as if a thought had just struck him. "Evan, everyone says you, President Fairchild, are a wild playboy with girlfriends all over the globe. But only I know that you've stayed single through sheer force of will. So, I've decided to offer you my pro bono services as a relationship consultant."
"And what makes you think you're qualified to give me advice?"
"Haven't you heard? It's always the single people who are giving out relationship advice."
"Finish your food and get out!"
"You're not even going to consider it?"
"Get out now!"
"Fine, have it your way! I'm not going to force you," Jasper Rockwell muttered under his breath. 'Might as well finish mooching this meal first.'
...
Zane Langdon returned to his hotel room, showered, and changed into his pajamas. He walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair.
"Zane!"
