"Looks like you've lost your nerve, old-timer."
The club manager nearly jumped out of his skin at Sean's tone that made his knees weak, "Absolutely,Mr. Sean Collins. I'll take the blame and resign, retire back to the countryside."
"Who said you could leave?"
The manager was at a loss for words.
Sean leaned in closer, a careless smirk playing on his lips, "Next time someone comes in uninvited, I'll throw you out the window of this fifth floor myself."
The words were said in jest, but the manager was so terrified he felt a heart attack coming on. He hastily assured Sean it would never happen again.
Sean knocked the gift on the table to the floor without a glance and finished off his drink in one gulp. To persuade Hunter to deliver a gift for her? His sister was proving to be quite a character.
As he stood to leave, the manager quickly said, "Mr. Sean Collins, you've forgotten your things."
