The man's playful grin froze the moment Gray's words landed. His hand, that still held out across the table, trembled slightly before he quickly pulled it back.
"What?" His voice cracked. "What the hell did you just say?"
Gray stayed calm. He smiled with calmness laced in his expression.
"I asked if you're on drugs. Because I can't make sense of how you're handling this meeting."
The man's face darkened. His wrinkled suit looked even more out of place now as his chest puffed up.
"Y-you dare insult me like that? Me? I came all the way here, sweating my ass off, rushing through traffic just to meet you, and this is what I get?"
He slammed his hand on the table again, making Mara flinch this time. His oversized glasses slid even lower down his nose, but he didn't bother fixing them. His crooked teeth were on full display as he sneered.
