Cabello's eyebrow twitches ever so slightly. Ever since stepping into the building, he has been met with indifference, ignored by the people in the gym, and now shown the door before a single word of negotiation can even begin.
Genuine irritation flickers across his face, yet it never once occurs to him that he has shown his hosts even less respect.
At least, Rivera knows full well the real issue here.
"Hey, Miguel..."
But Cabello only lets out a long, weary sigh. He makes no effort to move, his legs remaining stretched across the coffee table toward Nakahara.
"I'm a world champion," he says flatly, "flew thousands of miles just to offer millions of dollars to some arrogant kid who doesn't know how lucky he is. We haven't even recovered from the jet lag yet. And now he's lecturing me about manners just because I wanted to rest my feet?"
Then he scoffs in disbelief. "Give me a break."
