A wave of dizziness washed over Damian's mind, but he forced himself to bear the discomfort and put on a smile. "Mr. Quain, you just mentioned the vote happening tomorrow. I can assure you that our entire vote from the Thomas Medicine Company will be in full support of you, Mr. Quain."
Tristan put down his fork and laughed, "Mr. Thomas, that's an interesting thing you said. So if you give me that ticket, I, Tristan, have to take it?"
Damian waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of flattery, "Mr. Quain, you've misunderstood. I'm just imploring you to accept this offer from the Thomas Medicine Company."
Tristan gave a signal: "Take a seat."
The two simple words brought immense joy to Damian, who quickly sat down.
In this restaurant, all the stools are round and meant for single individuals. However, Damian, being such a big boss, now only dares to occupy a third of the stool, making him look particularly ridiculous and amusing.