Jack sized up his hand, making Laquan scowl a little. Quan slides his hand out of his grip. "Take a seat, please."he motioned to the third seat at the table. Jack sat down and his assistant whom Laquan hadn't noticed stood behind him. "I figured traveling up from Australia down here must have been a little stressful,so,i decided to treat you to a coffee." "Treat me?"Jack laughed. "You must be kidding,Mr Laquan. I find it offensive that you invited me to a place like this instead. Is your company such a mess that you don't want me to see it?" Laquan chuckled. "Like I said,coffee makes.." "Mr Laquan, please, don't joke. I find this place derogatory instead. Were all the talks about you being another Jackson in USA a bluff?. You can't find a better place to invite me to?"he quipped. "You seem to have much to say,so,talk on, Mr Jack."Quan taunted. Jack's thick brows pulled together. "What are you implying,Mr Laquan?. Are you saying I am a talkative?" "If that's what yo
Oscar stared at Laquan with an amused expression on his face. He want to build up a restaurant here, just for a woman? Woah,love is sweet. "Besides, having that would develop this area a little bit too. I believe with many industries here,this area would turn out cool."Quan surveyed the surroundings. "How many days can it take to get this done?"he asked. "Ninety days plus,maybe."Oscar responded. "That's three months. Oof,too long. That finished building infront,check if it's up for sale. If it is,then,I think this might be a good blessing as we are going to be killing two birds with a stone; Restaurant for Britney,and Restaurant for the competition." "The rules said new things."Oscar reminded. "Who said I was going to do old things?"Quan scoffed at him. "I would check it up. Would you like to wait for miss Britney or.."Oscar drawled out. "Do I look like a waiter to you?"Laquan interrupted with a jeer. "Let's go back to the company. I want quick reply on that building."
Laquan glared at Oscar before enunciating, "I am not single." Oscar stifled a laugh. "If you are not,then what are you?" "I have a girlfriend." "Who?" "Britney."Laquan responded before quaffing down the whole coffee then took the second one. "I am sure she doesn't think of you that way though."Oscar threw his eyes away. "Oh,well, it's a given. She would try to play the difficult card,and I happen to like solving difficult things." "Just like you just did."Oscar gulped down. "What?." "Your restaurant's idea.." "Oh,you think it's a bad one?" "I am not sure."Oscar looked at him. "For the fact that I haven't spoken to the owner of the building we saw if it is still up for sale too." "There are many other buildings aside from that."Quan rolled his eyes. "Then,I'm afraid we would not be able to build a restaurant for your miss Britney."Oscar quoted with his fingers. "Well..we can always do that some other time." "Or,you could always get lunch for her everyday."Oscar grinned
"i believe you."Oscar rubbed the temple of his neck. "I didn't asked you to."Quan rolled his eyes. "But still..I still do. How do we get to know about Sanchez's girl though?. We don't have any information on her,or,do we?"his eyes grows out at Laquan. "I do."Laquan chugged his coffee down. "Real?" "But,I am not going to tell you. I already assigned a work to you. Go get it done."Quan rubbed his cheek. "Okay...boss."Oscar uttered, reluctantly. .. Sanchez looked down at the earth below from the plane's window. He sighed and smacked his lips. "Boss Sanchez,"his guard bowed. He turned his gaze to him and pushed his brows up. "I have a piece of news to share: One billion dollars was just invested in the company." "Who did that?" "We don't know yet. Although,we think the person wishes to keep it anonymous." "Take a guess.."Sanchez smiled, lopsidedly. "I... could it be miss Stephanie?" Sanchez clicked his tongue. "Right."he snapped his fingers. "But,why did she did that?.
"Should I propose,boss?"Oscar pierced his gaze into Quan's. Laquan pushed the chair back on the floor. "That was a joke, boss!"Oscar exclaimed before roaring in laughter. Laquan didn't bat an eye. "Boss?" "You must be really giddy, aren't you?"Quan asked. "Boss,I–" "I see you don't have any work to do on your desk and that's what made you have time for jokes." "I'm..."Oscar swallowed hard. "I am sorry,boss." "Don't tell me that."Quan retorted. "You're getting too comfortable around me,Oscar. Are you suddenly forgetting your place?"he fumed. "I can't apologize to you enough,boss. If only you would enter my heart and see how broken it is."Oscar went on his knees. "Get me a knife." "Kni-fe?. For what,boss?" "You said I should view your heart. To do that,I will have to cut it open." "B-bo-boss?"Oscar stuttered. His heart has stopped breathing. "Punish me some other way,sir,but not this way."he pleaded. "Hm?. Pick a suitable punishment for yourself then."Quan uttered.
Oscar looks more perplexed than ever. He gave a nod. Quan sat back on his chair and beat his finger on his lips. "Something's boggling your mind ?"Oscar asked. Quan looked up at him. "Nothing."he heaved out a sigh. "Your punishment start on monday."he pointed at Oscar. Oscar pointed at himself. "Punishment?,monday?. I thought you've let that off,boss." Laquan scoffed. "Place an order for a box of fried chicken for lunch." "From KFC? Or Goobne?" "Just get me chicken. I don't care wherever you get it from."Quan puffed out. "Oh,I thought you might want to get it from your restaurant."Oscar chimed. "Are you taunting me right now?" "No,boss." "We will call Eliot and Ban Ki Moon later. I need food."Quan dropped his head on the table and closed his eyes. "Are you feeling hot?"Oscar extend his head, peeking at him. "Why do you care?..go and get me my food." "You like ketchup, right?." "Hm." "Which drink do you want?. Orange juice?, pineapple?, mango juice?, yoghurt?, fear
Oscar cleared his throat while glaring at Vincent. Vincent stared at him and removed his hand from Quan's neck. "Who is this rude punk?"he strides to Oscar. Laquan rubbed his throat. "I am Mr Laquan's personal guard." "And,i am his best friend."Vincent replied. "We've known each other for years now. Who are you to interrupt our special moment?" "Sheesh,stop, Vincent. You didn't come here to fight,did you?"Quan interfered. "I would stop after talking some sense into this boy's head."Vincent responded without giving Laquan a look. "You haven't answered my question."he told Oscar. "I will just leave."Oscar turned around and left. Vincent clicked his tongue before turning back to Quan. "Let's drink. You have cups in here?"he scoured his eyes around before moving forward,slowly. "Be my guest and sit down, Vincent. I will go get the glass cups."Laquan stood up. "Are you afraid I would break something expensive in here?"Vincent threw his head back at him. "Not that."Quan chuc
TUESDAY° .. 'I found a man,on a cool night,in the night club..he is mine. Finally,he saw me,donned in my butterfly dress,and he seems to feel butterfly fly around his heart. Do you think he love me?' A romantic song played at the end of the large room. Laquan walked inside the room. There was a huge table at the center of the room. All sorts of wines and other desserts were set on the table. "Mr Laquan,did you take pictures?"one of the people sitting by the table,a woman, grinned out at him. He doesn't know her though. Well,he is quite famous so it's normal to have many people he doesn't know know him. But,he should really know her. He strides to the table. "No,I didn't."he chuckled at her before turning to the other people. "Good evening."he said. They all replied his greeting and he sat down. "Why didn't you take pictures?" Laquan happened to sit beside that lady. "Does that matter?"he stared at her. "It doesn't."she circled her hand around the neck of the wine