"I haven't tried to steal shit from you so don't go using you dragging me here as an excuse." Seifer pointed out with a scowl at the blond behind his desk before he moved closer and fished out a cigarette from his rapidly dwindling pack to light.
God only knew what he was going to do when it was totally empty. Probably murder someone. "Doing....what?" He added with a raised brow, "You come from money, that's great. But what are you doing with it?"