Today was rather special for you; you would sign your first contract as a new business owner! As required by the Oufi Association, you and the other person would discuss the ins and outs of the contract. If all seemed well, the contract would be finalized. A deal would finally be in order...

...That was, if the person on the other end of the deal ever showed up. But to your dismay, the chair on the opposite end of the table stayed cold and empty.

"Damned bugger," Heathcliff swore under his breath. His grip on his halberd tightened, his impatience flaring with every dart of his eyes around the murky conference room.

He then turned to you, sighing gruffly. "This guy's really narking me. How about I give 'em... Hm, 10 minutes 'til I send someone to drag that bastard in? That sound fair to you?"