We're not on the same level

The smell of gunpowder seemed to permeate in the air, which in return resulted for the stout yet neatly dressed gentleman to sweat profusely despite the fact that he was currently staying inside a heavily air conditioned room.

Well being threatened with a gunshot was one thing. However, the thing that really drove him into kneeling to the point of almost kissing the other's heel just to begged for forgiveness was actually the scarily cold face and temperature freezing aura of the man before him putting enormous pressure on his fat body. The fatty, Gab Abenson, pleadingly looked at the girl leaning intimately to the man, as if she would be the only one who could help him in his awkward situation.

"Mrs. Dawson-"

The girl addressed made an irritated expression and cut him off,

"City mayor, why do you keep refusing us, huh? My honey here has always been providing you help. Your mayoral seat is thanks to him. So why can't you return a simple favor? You didn't even help us block the media!