Inside a fancy office, a man with neat pomaded hair was buried in a big black chair with his eyes closed. He frowned, seemingly thinking about something intently, as his fingers tapped the desk incessantly. The man tapped on his desk exactly 34 times. Then he stopped his fingers and opened his eyes.  

“What did I say, Rudd? It has been exactly two weeks,” Cheong Chen, branch manager of Adidas Asia, said emotionlessly. He was like a machine with no emotions.

Rudd replied while suppressing his sense of embarrassment, “I made contact with Alley Leader.”

“Then?”

“I said it failed.”

“Then?”

“I’ll try again next time.”

“Didn’t you say you didn’t get a chance to speak?”

“That’s right...”

At this moment, Cheong Chen interrupted Rudd with a face revealing feelings of annoyance and anger. “Then why do I have to be sworn at by that old man over the phone? I didn’t do anything!! Why should I suffer because of Lohan, an old man with no toenails?”

Upon hearing Cheong Chen’s shout, Rudd instinctively started making excuses. He felt desperate. “Alley Leader just greeted me and left. I couldn’t make the transfer...