"One thousand?"
The Manager shook his head, "Before I ask you to leave..."
"Two thousand?"
Enio's father was actually starting to sweat a little; he only had two thousand bucks on him now, but he had to keep going, as Lance said that if a problem could be solved with money, then it wasn't a real problem.
This gave him an indescribable thrill, experiencing the joy of being a boss. He watched the Manager, whose face was displaying an astonished expression, while biting on a cigarette.
His moving teeth made the cigarette constantly flick up and down, "Or perhaps, three thousand bucks?"
The Manager fell silent, and after about ten seconds, he quietly said, "I have to bear a lot of responsibility!"
"Five thousand bucks!"
"I have my professional ethics!" This was the Manager's final resistance.
Enio's father shook his head, "You are someone worthy of respect, you have your bottom line, but I believe not everyone has a bottom line."
