Zach stood opposite Mark, arms crossed.
"I don't think you understand. You don't need this garbage you call a house."
Zain stood behind Zach, perplexed.
"Wait, Zach, we actually do need this apartment," Zain placed his hand on Zach's shoulder.
"No, we don't."
Zach brought out his old phone. He hadn't gotten a new one but he was planning to soon.
He took out his bank card, and Mark's jaw dropped.
Zach dialed the number on the bottom corner.
The phone rang for a few moments, then a voice rang through the phone.
"Hello, I suppose this is Master Zachariah."
"Yes," Zach replied.
"I want a house, effective immediately," he spoke firmly.
Mark watched in doubt and amusement.
Zain was behind Zach, confusion plastered all over his face.
"Yes, sir, what are your specifications?"
Zach pondered.
"I'd like it to be located somewhere nice, and it has to be huge," Zach said.
"Yes, sir," the voice said respectfully.
"I've found a place, sir," the voice said.
'That fast!?'
