"Yes, we have such plans. But you know, Jerry, I need to find a decent office in Cleveland for Price's List first. Otherwise, even your boss wouldn't be interested in a networking company that doesn't have a fixed office location, and he might even reconsider the achievements you have secured," Dean said, holding the phone in his right hand, his legs perched on the desk, fully indulging in the airs of a boss.
Sitting beside him, Miranda glanced disdainfully at him. He was just like those unscrupulous bosses you see in TV dramas, with each sentence oozing the naked scent of something called interests.
"That's just what I was waiting for you to say, Jerry! My office is already so crowded that the secretaries almost have to sit on my lap. Can you understand the pain of being pressed against a gun every few minutes? So get Price's List's office sorted out before I lose it, Jerry! It could cost someone their life, you know!"
