Mr. A looked at the man in fine clothes, looking directly at him with a cat smile. "Good evening, Sir. You requested my presence?" The man asked, offering his hand for a handshake. Mr. A put his newspaper down and fixed his glasses, studying the man from head to toe. "Are you the manager?" He asked and reached for his hand. "Yes, Sir. May I ask why you asked to see me?" "How long have you been a manager here?" Mr. A started, reachings for the two wine glass, filling it with Champagne. "Five year, Sir. Let me pour you a dri-" He stopped when Mr. A motioned his hand then handed him the other glass. The manager hesitated, but Mr. A flashed an assuring smile. "Thank you, Sir." The manager studied Mr. A. Aside from his handsome features, his aura is strong enough to intimidate people.

