You hadn't had that much of an insufferable client in a very, very long time.

You couldn't even make small talk. Each time you tried to, he'd be rude and tell you to concentrate instead so you wouldn't mess up.

All you wanted to tell him was that you could never mess up as much as he did, his hair was in horrible condition due to being bleached so much.

But you were too polite for that.

"How much longer is this going to take? You're terribly slow." Naoya complained with a sigh.