Johan stared at Jack Brooks, his brain struggling to process the sheer audacity of the statement.
"Apology fee?"
The lobby of the DragonSoar Group fell into a stunned silence. The receptionists, the security guards, and the passing executives all stopped in their tracks.
"Is this guy brain-damaged?" a bodyguard muttered, gripping his rubber baton. "He dares to speak to President Johan like that? He's nothing but a bug! Even if President Johan slapped him across the face, he should be thanking him for the attention!"
"He took the money, but he refuses to sell the land? He's treating the ten million like a tip? He's got guts, I'll give him that. But he's also got a death wish."
"Does he think this is a market where he can haggle? This is DragonSoar. We eat people like him for breakfast.
