"It's the least I can do. Thank you for looking after my Grandpa Wood." Adrian Hawthorne smiled more genuinely, his posture neither servile nor overbearing.
'His father had told him that while you had to be tactful to make money, you could never lose your pride, not even if it killed you. Even if you had to bow when asking for a favor, your spirit must never bend.'
Director Hughes accepted the savory cakes with a clear conscience. Glancing at the bag in the corner of the room, he patted Adrian Hawthorne's shoulder. 'Not a bad kid.'
'Looks like Old Wood's luck is finally turning. He's finally got a relative with a conscience, unlike the rest of those ungrateful leeches. As soon as Old Wood got into trouble, they all scattered, terrified of being implicated.'
"Don't buy tickets to see movies anymore. Pay no mind to what your Mr. Wood says—I have the final say."
"Alright. Thank you, Director Hughes."
