Vincent.
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
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