Michael opened the door, seeing the Duchess with a conflicted look on her face.
"Oh, sorry. Are you busy?"
The Duchess gave him a look. "Yes, very busy. But I can humor you for a bit if you truly want my attention," she said with a smile on her face.
Michael scoffed. "Humor me? Am I kid or what?"
She looked at him again with a deadpan face. "You are."
He went silent for a second, forgetting his own age. "Hahaha… right," he said.
"So, what do you want?"
He approached her. "I just need a little bit of advice, that's all."
"Advice from me? That'll cost a lot, you know? Are you ready to pay such a steep price? Just so you know, I'm only taking RD Soda as compensation," she said, gulping a half-finished drink at her table.
"Ooohh. Now I'm hesitating," he said.
"If you want my advice, then you gotta help me first."
