"Smuggling! -Armando exclaimed- you're useless, Mario"

"You also agreed, you went to the fabrics too, don't blame me for everything, you were wrong too"

-Armando raised a hand, wanting to hit Mario, he resisted-

"On top of that you're going to hit me? screw you, Armando"

-Mario put two hands on the black-haired Man's chest and pushed him lightly-

"Betty, Go lunch" -The Armando mumbled-

"But-"

"GO LUNCH -the scream echoed in the 2 floor, the assistant leaves the office- and lock the door"