Alan: "President, I have already contacted the esteemed beastmaster. His response was a little bit harsh, as he said, and I quote, There will be no backdoor dealing, and if the Blue River Chamber of Commerce wants to make any noise, there is no need to use their name anymore. I have already contacted the mayor's estate; we can proceed with the auction, so the choice is yours: either you follow my instruction or you are out."
Carla: "You have listened to what he said, Zamir.
It is already out of my hand, and I would not let our hard work go down the drain just to please some kid from a noble family."
Zamir's face was black. The anger in his stomach was bubbling like a volcano as he looked at Carla, wishing he could rip her apart for being so arrogant. A mere president of a branch in a little-unknowntown actually dared to blow him off.
He smiles strangely as he said.