"You're right," Kael said, his voice calm.
Renn blinked, surprised to be agreed with so easily.
"It's not easy," Kael continued. "It's expensive, messy, and most give up before it works. But you're forgetting something important."
Renn looked at him warily. "...What?"
Kael gestured to himself, his tone quiet but firm. "I'm not just anyone. I have power. I have money. And I have a name no one dares to cross. You've heard of KAELMART, haven't you?"
That made Renn freeze.
"Wait… KAELMART? Don't tell me you are the owner of Kaelmart?"
"Yeah. I am Kael Lancaster, owner of KAELMART."
Renn's jaw nearly hit the ground.
He looked like he'd just insulted a king. He immediately bowed his head.
"Forgive me! I had no idea—I didn't mean to be rude! I just thought you were some curious guy off the street."
Kael chuckled. "Relax. You didn't spit on me. We're good."
"But still…"
