"I mean serving the remaining VIPs. If you are finished, you may go. And thanks for the drink."
No. 762 just stared at Remzi for a moment, unable to process the reasoning behind his words.
Offering to sit with them, and withdrawing the offer immediately?
Like that made any sense.
But not wanting to stay here for a second longer, No. 762 bowed once before making his way out of the room.
Click.
As the door closed, Arnold turned to look at Remzi, who was taking a sip of wine from the glass.
"It's not poisoned."
After tasting the wine, Remzi placed the glass back in its place.
"Of course it's not. And why the hell would it be poisoned? Oyy!"
Arnold had to raise his voice at the blatant attempt of being ignored.
"What are you being so paranoid about? That was just a normal attendant, and each of them is selected after a thorough background check. So just let go of your thoughts and enjoy the show."
The sofa stretched as Arnold leaned back.
