Roman Snow goes rigid like a dead body, that's how shocked at the information that Mister Lee has thrown at him. Yet, his brain works overtime, and manages to laugh it off, even with crow feets in the corners of his eyes. "Mister Gustin Lee, are you a comedian?" He snorts. "Where did you make such outrageous findings? Who fed you all those lies?" Mister Lee's face is as still as a rock, and he refuses to allow his emotions to be played with. He has so many years of experience under his breath, and this means that he has met people like Roman Snow before. Old men who would look into his eyes and shamelessly lie. He leans forward, clicking his tongue as he does so. "Let's cut the crap, okay? Because both of us know the truth," Mister Lee says. "You and I know the truth, this is the truth." "That I have a child?!" Roman snorts. "A child that I don't know about?! Stop the bull crap! My beautiful wife and I are without children. You think this is even an appropriate thing to call m

She laughs, feeling grateful because he has just slightly lifted her depression. Once they are inside, they are greeted by the crowds that are being entered by a live band. The first people they bump into are Stanley and Lauren, and gosh, they look so beautiful too. Lauren and Anna hug each other, and compliment dresses amidst giggling. "Hi, Stanley," Anna pushes some of her hair away from her face. "Hello, Anna." Stanley nods at her. "Doesn't it feel nice to get away from work for a second?" Lauren teases her. Anna rolls her eyes, but she laughs in agreement. That's when Gustin Lee approaches them with a very full glass of wine, and from the twinkle in his eyes, it seems that he is already a little drunk. "Um, Mister Stanley!" He goes over to Stanley and shakes his hand and even gives him a manly hug. "Oh, Gustin, you made it," Stanley turns to the rest. "This is um..." "Gustin Lee?" Lauren's eyes widen. "Oh my God, what a surprise!" Mister Lee wipes his eyes a few times,

Stanley takes out his phone and makes his own call. His is even shorter than Bert's, but it's packed with more power and influence. "Hello, Paris?" Stanley says. "Yes, it's me. I need you to go back into the office and make an official order to terminate seventy percent of any partnership that the Smith family has with us." Bert snorts with laughter, "Oh, please. You think that I am going to believe that shit? Do you think that I was born yesterday?" "Yes, sir. I will get to work immediately," Paris answers. Bert starts to dramatically clap once Stanley ends the call. "Absolutely breathtaking," he mocks wickedly. "Jesus, you actually think that I am going to fall for it? I'm supposed to believe that you, with that cheap ass suit, is going to have any say in my family's matters?!" A small smile appears on the corner of Stanley's lip. "If I were you, I would have started begging already. I mean, it's not like I am going to take back what I have ordered, but you can at least try."

The amount that Stanley has called, not only slaps the oxygen out of everyone's lungs, but they can't outbid that. For a necklace?! They would absolutely go bankrupt by tomorrow! Emerald eyes are ticking, the anger inside of her is bubbling like lava. "How can Stanley pay for such a necklace?! He is nothing but a poor and lame fool!" Emerald yells. "He is trying to steal what belongs to me!" She raises her hand, because she wants to call an even more ridiculous amount, but Meg stops her. "What are you doing?! Do you have the kind of money to outbid that?!" "Do you think I'm going to allow him to have Lord Snow's mother's necklace?!" She snarls. "Go ahead, but know that you are going to get into so much money and even into a big scandal when they find out that you can't pay the amount your crazy mind is telling you to pledge!" Grudgingly, Emerald lowers her hand to the ground. She knows that Meg is telling the truth. This is something that both of them won't have, but their ha

Lee is still panicking when a blare sounds, follows by the switching on of very bright lights, that makes him whimper and tightly shut his eyes. By the time he opens them, he sees two men standing in front of him. One older than the other, but they aren't strangers to him. "Did you have a nice night's rest, Mister Lee?" Seven folds his hands. "I– I don't think I slept at all," Lee's chest moves up and down. "Well, don't worry about that," John takes out a small, but scarily sharp pocket knife. "I'll make it quick for you, so that you can have all the sleep you want in heaven!" Lee feels his heart leap out of his chest as the old man walks towards him. He always assumed that he was going to die on the job, but not like this! "Wait!" He pressed his back against the door. "Did Stanley ask you to kill me like this? My ike a fucking dog?!" John shakes his head. "Son, listen to me, Lord Snow is too busy to be dealing with minor problems like you. There are no hard feelings, you ju