In a dark room, the lights flicked on. It revealed two men looking at each other, both sitting on a chair across from one another. Both wearing suits. One man seemed notably bored. He seemed disinterested.
His face said it all: "I don't want to be here."
The other had intertwined his fingers together on the table. He on the other hand, seemed concerned.
He heavily observed him, frowning, extracting the details of his appearance.
You might be wondering: What is this nonsense? Well, here's some clues.
The walls had been draped with shadows, chimney choked with ivy, and windows with jasmine. This had all the appropriate externals and characteristics for a sketchy and suspenseful scene.
They were about to make a deal.
The guy who plastered an seemingly disengaged behavior had been secretly holding back his laughter.
He was about to scam this dude.
Was it for him? Yes, and no.
For the sketchy international non-profit organization he was working for. If he managed to scam him, he would've gotten some of the divvy.
Afterall, he was one of their best clients. This would've been a breeze.
"So, you up to the deal?" his heavy russian accent soaked between the words.
(This took 1 hour, so could I have brainliest? Lol.)
