"Can we negotiate with Manager Sterling?" Sean looked at Gordon with an immaculate gaze.
Gordo was a bit exasperated facing someone who wouldn't be provoked no matter what.
Is it because my expression isn't serious enough? Is it because my bulk isn't intimidating enough?
How come I can't even suppress The Jilted, who got dumped by the same girl 50 times?
"Can you spit out some ivory first?" Gordon's tiny eyes could hardly convey his world-crushing stare with full effect.
"I'm no longer feverish. Once I finish this bottle, I'll pull out the drip and skip the nutritional shots, alright?" Sean continued his "negotiation" with an undisturbed tone.
"Put away those rows of white teeth, what you spit out will never be ivory!" Gordon was angry. Why, when Sean looked at him, did his firm beliefs waver?
"Look, it's not like I'm too sick to eat. I'll skip the nutritional shots and eat more later, okay?" Sean kept negotiating.
