"Lucien Vlad, hmm…and you are saying you want to open your own psychiatry clinic? But I don't see any valid degrees or licenses. How can I just approve your application? Is this a joke? Were you trying to waste my time all along?" The forty-year-old man behind the desk said with a dark frown as if he would eat up Lucien alive for wasting his precious time.
"Look, dude, don't try to play the fool with me. I specifically came to you after hearing that you give out fake licenses to so many idiots out there. I am sure I know one or two things more than those idiots. Now how much do you need?" Viktor asked with furrowed brows as he sat on the chair with one of his legs on top of the other.
The man harrumphed as he twisted his large mustache, "Hmph, alright. It will cost you 100,000 dollars."
Viktor tightened his grip on the armrest as he asked with a narrowed gaze, "What did you just say? 100,000? Are you asking me for a dowry for marrying your mother?"
