"Jimmy! Jimmy!" Dean opened a bottle of water and poured it straight onto Jimmy's face.
Then, with a few crisp slaps, Jimmy slowly opened his eyes, red in the face.
"Boss, now... now... what's the stock price?" Jimmy asked, panting and rolling his eyes.
Dean looked back and saw that everyone was staring at the screen, completely indifferent to Jimmy, who was nearly unconscious.
"It was thirty dollars just now." Dean was surprisingly the most composed person in the room.
"Burp~..." Jimmy started to roll his eyes again.
"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" Dean was ready to lift his hand for another slap.
"What's wrong with him?" It wasn't until nearly a quarter past nine that Richard noticed Jimmy lying on the floor.
"He's a bit excited, you know~" Dean shrugged and then helped Jimmy to slowly sit down.
"I guess you also have Byte Company stock options?" Richard looked at Jimmy with a knowing expression.
