"That is not happening under my watch," Bobby sternly said. "We may be a small company, but we can always fight for what is right."
Zeno knew that was merely wishful thinking. On this planet, the more money you had, the more important you were. It didn't have anything to do with how you acquired such money, nor the hard work you've put into it. It was the amount that mattered.
"Anyway," Bobby said, clapping to break the tense atmosphere, "Zeno, please come to my office."
Zeno gave him a serious look. "This is a one-room rental. Your office is literally right there," he said, gesturing to the table just a meter away from the resting area.
Bobby smiled. "Well, come here."
Zeno sighed and made his way to the 'office.' He sat on the chair in front of Bobby.
"Moby, the files," he said, and with that, the shorter man began rummaging through a messy pile of papers on the shelf.
