Corey sat on the bed in his room with his legs crossed and his arms folded as he looked at Brandon who sat on the only chair in the room with a small smile on his lips.
"I must apologize." Brandon said as he nudged up his glasses, "I took you for an uncultured barbarian with no bit of courtesy and manners, but I was wrong."
Brandon with a light smile and tone, and though he was apologizing, Corey could sense not an iota of sincerity in the man's voice.
However, Corey did not care about this. What he cared about was the message the messenger had passed to him.
"I'm confused by your message… Mr. Brandon."
Brandon's lips curled up slightly when he heard how Corey addressed him, and Corey also maintained a light smile as he said these words.
'Sometimes the best way to deal with people like him is to inflate their ego, and then they'll willingly spill out what you want with ease.' Corey thought with a calculating and cunning glint hidden in his eyes.
