"So you knew that I was trying to win you over?" Samuel Smith seemed to laugh, "Isn't it your greatest honor for me to do so?"
If Lucas Douglas could use an emoji right now, he'd probably send Samuel Smith a thousand alpacas with varying expressions.
"Samuel," Douglas was still very patient, "I came here not to chat about irrelevant things... let's first complete our previous transaction. Settle the old account before discussing the new one. Can you fulfill your previous promise? I brought you the person, now, give me my file?"
"So you're refusing my invitation?" Samuel Smith skillfully avoided Douglas's request.
"What are you talking about?" Douglas rubbed his forehead, "Samuel, let's settle our previous business first, then talk about future cooperation. Do you think you can hold my file hostage and expect me to work for you indefinitely? Is Hank Clegg's life not enough to buy me back my peaceful life?"
