Lance was momentarily stunned, then could not help but burst into laughter. He eyed the young man up and down, "Do you know?"
"You've threatened the wrong person."
The corners of the young man's mouth widened further, "I don't understand what you are saying, sir!"
Lance reached out to straighten the young man's collar, "You'd better pray that Lenny doesn't make me angry!" He then withdrew his hand and slapped the young man's arm, "Cherish your good health now."
With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and Lance stepped inside.
The young man maintained his smile, but the pride hidden deep within his eyes was faintly visible.
After all, being part of the big three agricultural corporations, even if he was just a lobby manager or something, to many ordinary people, he was definitely considered middle class, even somewhat of an impressive figure.
