"See, I don't think you understand something," Davies began in a low but very clear voice.
"... I'm not asking you to pick one… I'm telling you,"
"You don't get to have a say in this…"
"You either give me the damn building, or you prepare the power stones for me in the next one hour…"
"... though there is a third option…" he continued in a slow and clear voice so that his words could sink in.
"But it's pretty much just the repercussion of you not picking one of the first two options…" he finished his words with a wicked smile appearing on his face.
"So, chop chop, your one hour is ticking,"
"But in the meanwhile, I'll be taking the moonstone and another stone of Miss Lecroy's choice," Davies said and opened up the glass casing that covered up the beautiful milky-white rare-grade power stone before taking out the stone and putting it into his coat pocket with ease and then returned his focus to the old president.
