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Victor stared at the boy in disbelief before grabbing the note from his hand and quickly scanning it. Damn, he was dealing with one clever fox. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, massaging his eyebrows. Persuasion was another way.
"Look here, Krisma," he began. "Boris isn't the kind of guy to screw up and choose an unworthy chap for an inter-school sporting event. He knows what'll happen to him if he screws up something as important as choosing the right participant. If he chose you, there must be a good reason. Why then are you not interested?"
The waitress sashayed over and placed a delicious smelling hotdog on the table, smiling at Victor. He however quickly paid up and ignored her, still focused on the lovely youth sitting before him.
"You're a replacement. Which means that someone was injured at the last minute and you've been chosen to step in. Trust me, we have no time. At the most, we have a day to get another participant properly prepared. Why can't you spare us that inconvenience?"
Victor pushed the hotdog across the table towards Krisma. "You look hungry. Here you go. Eat while you think it over."
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