"Are we sure Black Fang is the best candidate to polish this outstanding but clearly rough gem? I volunteer for the job and am willing to pay her an additional 10,000 gold so that no bad blood gets between the two of us." The finance head decreed.
The temperature in the room instantly plummeted to ice cold as soon as these disgusting words reached Black Fang's ears.
"No bad blood, huh? I didn't know that you turned into a comedian in your final years, you dying loser." Black Fang hissed her words which were dripping with fury.
The finance head stammered due to the great offense he took, "D-dying? Excuse me?! I'm in good shape, plus I'm only 960 years old."
"Let's calm down, shall we?" The mediator spoke up because he saw that Black Fang was about to lunge at the man.
