Working with Shiu Kong is like working with a micromanaging ant. He's sly, and oftentimes very rude with blunt comments and judgmental tones.

So when he hands you his personal phone number, readjusting his suit and lighting a cigarette, you're confused. "Meet me for dinner. For nothing more than work, of course. Wear something nice. I'll send you the information." He walked off with that. And with the way he said it, you didn't think anything about what he said.

Despite yourself, you did get ready. You did dress nicely. And you did wait for him at this stupid sushi restaurant he sent you. He claimed it as his favorite. When he walks in, he's in nothing more than his usual formal attire, sitting down with the same smug smile he always has on his stupid face. "I didn't expect you to actually be here."