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ARGON As Brielle had said, I contacted Sir Derek to speak with him. My father's friend was glad to hear from me after all these years. He sounded jovial over the phone. I was afraid at first that he'd speak harshly to me, knowing what is going on in mine and Brielle's life currently, but he was just too kind. "I already paid for the goods you made down, and I'll be needing more batches. I have a large order and it can only work fine if you get those batches ready on time," He said, discussing the business with me. All I did was nod at his every words, humbling myself at someone whom I consider superior in the business world. "Yes, sir. You don't have to worry about anything," I assured him, still nodding. Then he said something that left me feeling ashamed of myself. "Argon, I woul