"Why did you choose to invest in this man's project?"
"Oh, that!" Sarah clanked her chopsticks on top of her tempura plate, suddenly acting excited. "Listen, Uncle--it's quite whimsical."
Joseph smiled as if humoring a child and nodded. "Alright."
"So, I was trying this club since I got bored with Helios, right? And I was sooo drunk--we were so drunk we took the wrong turn and entered the wrong room," Sarah started her story, flailing her hands that she looked like a conductor with chopsticks in hand. "Oh, it was so thrilling! I think those people are ready to throw us out--I mean, physically, with force!"
Hajin twisted his lips slightly. "I could take them all, Master."
"I know, Puppy; that's why I said thrilled, not scared," Sarah tapped the bodyguard's lips with her chopsticks. "But anyway, we ended up not throwing hands at all because--guess who's there?"
The old man, still smiling innocently--but rather eagerly--replied with fake curiosity. "Who?"
