" Yes, My Lady. How may I help you?" The manager asked while lowering his upper body and head in a straight 90 degree bow.
But Kia just spared a single glance at the person, while arching her bows at the bartender, in question.
Luckily, the bartender was intelligent. He understood and replied politely; " My Lady, He is the manager of this Bar. Mr. Abraham Collins."
" Manager, huh!!! Whatever, rise." Kia replied in all laziness. As if she has the entire eternity to herself. Earning another sigh of exasperation from her bodyguard.
Come on, Kia wanted to know.. that for how exactly long this fatso, middle aged guy could maintain his position. But then, she decided to let it slide at the last moment. After all, what if this oldie fainted away , just by doing this bow.
They still have a mission to accomplish.
