Right as R.A.I.N

_Ms. Sweet, send Mr. Ruehl into my office_

"Mr. Ruehl, Mr. Jacobs will see you now."

Felix stands, grabs his pack and follows the receptionist's pointing finger.

"There, third door on the left. Good luck!"

_Good luck!_ still echoes in Felix's ears as he enters Mr. Jacob's office.

"Mr. Ruehl! Come in, take a seat, please!"

Felix starts to feel more confused. First the receptionist wishes him _good luck!_ and now this guy treats his office like a living room. He prepares himself for a high pressure scam so decides to throw Mr. Jacobs off his game.

"Yo, what's with the two?"

"You mean the two in TVT ²?, this is our second office. Let me guess, your next question is 'What does TVT stand for', correct?

"Well, as a matter of factly--

--Felix can I call you Felix? of course I can I just did before we continue I have one question: Do you own a gun and do you know how to use it?"

Felix opens his pack like it's a picnic basket and takes back control of the interview: "Mr. Jacobs, that's _two_ questions."