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[CHAPTER TWO]

Hello, Mr.Soot.

President.
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Wilbur knocked onto the door that hid the other business men and opened the door when he heard that he could enter.
His eyes met with the president's. They were like the mysterious man's eyes, except he could see his actual facial features like his eyebrows or his fringe.

He gave a small smile, not really wanting to but he did so anyways to keep his composture.
He felt as all the eyes' in the room were fixed on him as his son stood right next to him. He sat down on the only chair that was left and Fundy moved to the corner of the room, not very far from wilbur though.
Will crossed his legs in a somewhat feminine way as he rest his hands on his lap and leaned onto the chair, This was going to be a looong meeting..

Hello, Mr.soot. the president grinned lightly as he held a cigarette with his bare teeth.

President. Will responded in somewhat of a greeting. May i be frank with you, My honor? he asked as he added.
The man did nothing but nod. The pay-check you give us is barely enough, we're losing more than what we're suppoused to gain and, speaking truthfully, think you should pay us ten diamonds minimum a day. The British full out spoke out with manners, He hated the so-called, "president" 'more like a dictator..'  The smoke filled the air as the Dictator himself gave out one or two puffs of his cigarette. He had a pissed off face. 'that's no good..' will told himself mentally.

Wilbur soot, i think you've gotten quite comfortable so soon, haven't we? the American spoke with a harsh tone, let alone his voice. that alone sent shivers down wil's spine, the underneath of his eyes turning slight red from the light surprise. His lips quivered as he tried to keep his gaze on the opposite's man's eyes. he sat up quite a bit and closed further more the small gap between his legs, he always did that when he got embarrassed or flushed, and of course, his son took notice. Mr.Schlatt, i think Mr.Soot meant to say his words a lot more kinder, and to support his words i can show you the finances and bank count that we currently have, of which, is quite low. Fundy tried to relax the mood desperately but professionally. He knew the sudden insane bursts his "mother" got.

The dutch looked at his father's eyes and could tell he was giving him gratitude. He only nodded and smiled as he went back to his little corner.

Alright.. schlatt flipped the pages as he looked at the increases and decreases from each month. Guess i've been quite picky with the money i give you.. The American gave out another puff of his cigarette, this time filling the air with a fuck ton of smoke that almost cause Wilbur to cough at. i'll increase the pay-check to 8 diamonds. jschlatt added as he couldn't stop but fix his eyes at the lanky man, he was just his type. He unconsciously licked his lips discreetly and smiled after. we have a deal? he put out a hand that was soon greeted with the British's we've got a deal,

Mr.President.