"So what has been decided?"
A man with blonde hair looked at his assistant who stood on the side.
"The Lord is still debating about the possible profits."
The assistant spoke in a polite voice, his eyes fixed on the man beside him.
"Tsk. What's there to think about? It's not like we were losing much."
The assistant didn't reply, just bowed his head in apology.
"Why trouble the fella?"
Another voice echoed through the room as a man in his thirties stepped in, wearing casual clothes that looked a little out of place for the auction.
"When would you stop bullying others? Poor fellas!"
Remzi patted the assistant's shoulder before sitting on the adjacent sofa.
"And who the hell allowed you inside?"
Arnold's loud voice vibrated across the closed room.
"Calm down, big guy. You will burst my eardrums someday."
Remzi mimicked the gesture of pressing his ears.
Arnold just clicked his tongue in return.
