"The warehouse is replacing it. I really don't care if he sells it or smokes it," Zell said before he finally stopped taking notes and looked up at Seifer. The man went on and Zell was to tired to cut him off so he let Seifer go on. Zell just shook his head and ran a hand over his neck.
"But here is the thing, Seifer," Zell said his tone serious as he looked at the older male in the eyes. "I can easily make you not my problem. I'm too tired to care if it is going to hurt your feelings or not. If I can't find you a Master then I'll sell you to the auction house. They can deal with you. I'll work with Misha and find myself a slave that actually understands that he doesn't have a choice. That living with me and being my slave is actually really nice because I'm not a sociopath and I'm one of the better Masters on the island."
Zell got up from his desk and moved to grab a couple of binders. "So no we don't have a deal."